Kristin Prazo - The Backstory
Mastering the nano took years of harsh training but eventually Geoffrey managed it, or so he had thought. It was during one cold night of the winter when he lost his best friend that he realised the nano sort of had a will of their own that could control his actions given he were too tired to focus on them. No wonder they had nearly driven him insane upon introduction to his organism, getting along with the rest of his body was hard at first but even after such was complete it was still hard to keep them in check. However, they had saved his life numerous times after having been injured or too exhausted they acted like his reserve batteries forcing his body to do what he gotta do along with sheer willpower. Of course after settling down the strain on his body hit him like crazy and put him out of condition for a few days but they also helped with his recovery so it was a win-win situation either way you looked at it. That was until that fateful cold winter night when his best friend, who happened to be a voluntary female soldier, was run over in front of his unable to do anything self. He had tried to push her out of the way but the nano had reacted accordingly to the sense of the danger and prevented him from killing himself for someone else for which he hated himself for the months that had yet to come. He had promised her to accompany her out to a party the night after they had successfully completed another mission but a vengeful asshole had other plans; whom Geoffrey of course tracked down and tortured until death in ways I'd better not describe for reader's discretion purposes. All that could have been prevented if he hadn't been merciful and spared said villain's life earlier that day only for the ungrateful fucker to escape and seek revenge for having been captured to begin with. Pressing the trigger that day could have even saved his trusted partner's life. This is why he strongly dislikes people getting run over by cars and doesn't show mercy to villainous motherfuckers. It should be noted that instead of taking his rage on other people or cutting himself like an emo out of depression he always ends up punching walls until either his fists are bruised or the walls break down before the might of his nano-enhanced punches. When his friend was killed he ended up breaking his fists on the corpse of her murderer until the latter's bones were completely shattered. The villain's face was unrecognisable but he continued punching him until he had punched a hole through the floor, bathing his fists in blood.
Primo Viktoria - The Encounter
T1: "Take out the enemy commander." So mainstream, but Geoffrey complied, just as always; it was his own commander that'd insued the orders, after all, and he held a great deal of respect for that nigger.
Somewhere inbetween the stratosphere and the mesosphere a jet had been flying at supersonic speeds with two people inside. One of them was Geoffrey Termo and the other a random soldier, for the plot, that doesn't even need to be named. "We are just above Antartica, are you ready for the jump?" Geoffrey merely nodded, he was born ready, you lil bitch.
With just the hit of a red button, the backseat's glassy cover opened, allowing him to be jolted outside as the jet had slowed down so that he wouldn't get fucked over by the mere air friction; not that he would if he had his nanosuit on, but he didn't, so shut up.
Long story short, he was doing some cool skydiving shit, spinning and turning over, performing various flips and summersaults just for the hell off it. Might as well entertain himself a bit as he falls from 45km high, right? He'd just broken the skydiving world record and wasn't going to be put in the Guiness Book so bare with him.
Skipping forward, he was about one kilometer away from the ground when he tried to open his parachute. "1001, 1002, 1003..." But what do you know? The stupid shit had stuck. Bloody malfunctions. He quickly cut away the main parachute and deployed the reserve one as soon as the faulty one was gone so that it wouldn't get in the way.
All praise the almighty Zesde's vile girth, it had opened, and he safely descended on the snowy/icy terrain of Antartica not too far away from the base he was supposed to infiltrate and fuck up the enemy commander. But not even he could predict the unexpected twist of events that had yet to unfold before him. His partner was flying around the area 45km+ high, he had no orders to pick him up after, so why?
Geoffrey's nanosuit's helmet manifested on his head so he could 'scan' the base before getting close. He stayed close to the ground, crouching and then crawling, so that their sonars, if they had any, wouldn't easily pick him up, being a mile away, more or less. He was covered in snow so they should mistake him for an animal, regardless. Something was looming out of the darkness though, what could it be?
P1: "Fuck It's too damn cold."
"I know bro, I know."
"Like, my nipples are as hard as diamonds man!"
The voices of two soldier's had spoken out into the white winter wonderland of Antartica. They had been standing watch at a certain hidden base, located in harsh freezing conditions; (-53 degrees Celsius.)
However, they did not look like military personel. They had been dressed in civilian clothing; Huge orange jackets; and had been posing as scientist researching penguins. In truth, they had been guarding the entrance to a large metallic construct; A military base.
Below both of those faux-scientist had been a floor of ice, and below that freezing water, but within that?
A large 20Km wide fortress of steal had been built within the depths of the cold water.
On the surface, there had been a 'scientific research' lab, but it had actually been the entrance to the world below. It had acted as a cover, furthering the illusion that those two soldier's had been nothing but scientist.
That illusion was soon broken.
The fake lab had state of the art motion sensors, Mission-impossible-like lasers, pressure plates, sentry-guns, harmful gas, thermal sensors and over 27 other biometric scanning devices meant to detect or deal with an intruder.
On a large metal floor, something like a large hocky puck had slowly rolled across the floor. It had actually looked a bit like a roomba vacuum cleaning robot....?
Sitting cross-legged on that device had been a woman, with her arms crossed over her chest, she had seemed lost in thought. She had actually looked a bit like a cat when she sat on that cleaning device.
However what had been most odd was how the security trip-lines, motions sensors and other harmful defense mechanisms had moved around her, as if avoiding her.
She had been wearing a skin-tight body suit that was multi-colored in navy blue and white, it had resembled a divers suit to some degree, but had several motion-tracking orbs dotted about the outfit.
An intense look had been about her face as she bit her lip and grit her teeth.
One wouldn't be able to tell, but she was playing tetris. -- in her mind.
One of the fake scientist had then spoke, and as he did his breath became visible along the air; "Major. Primo? what are you doing?"
Suddenly the girl upon the security device had frowned while opening her eyes, glaring at the soldier. "God damnit Percy! What the fuck is wrong with you? You made me stack a Z-block on the corner!", and in that moment all of the defense installments within the factory had pointed their buisness ends towards 'percy'. He done fucked up, he should have had more Zesde in his life.
The synthesised voice of a british-sounding woman had then spoke into the factory, "Un-identified arial object detected within sector B, grid coordination Alpha - Six - Juliet - Nine, recommended course of action; The use of the new MrSK-N9 'Vile-girth' missiles?"
A sigh had then left Primo's lips as she stood up on the cleaning device, and slowly the 'robot' had rode forward as if carrying her. "No, we don't need to resort to such desperate actions." Yawned Primo while rubbing her eyes, she had seemed as if a bored child. "I'll go check it out."
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10 minutes later.................
"Fucking percy, Z-block on the corner. Now I have to restart. I fucking hate him." Mumbled a lone-girl while walking through the white-veil of winter. She was currently heading to the grid coordinations explained earlier. Despite the heavy snow, she had walked 'on-top' of it, and did not sink through. The snow should have been up to her knees, but she had been using a special pair of boots they had been designed to aid climbers in hiking mount everest, and as such the boots had been both indifferenced to extremely low temperatures, and built kind of like a pair of flippers used in diving.
Without really knowing it, Primo had already began to close the distance between her and the unknown object that landed in the snow. She was completely oblivious to even his existence, but none the less, she had been within 200 meters of him.
T2: "How am I supposed to sneak inside and take out the enemy commander?" Geoffrey pondered that question as he examined nearly everything around and inside the entrance. They definitely had sonars, no way they didn't, they must have spotted him; hence why he hadn't stayed where he'd initially landed at, he was not inexperienced.
What the actual fuck? A girl wearing something like a diver's suit had came out of the base. Wasn't she feeling the bone-chilling cold, at all? How high was she? She mumbled something about some block in a corner, restarting and fucking hating someone or something; but Geoffrey didn't quite catch all that despite his acute hearing, even thought he had his helmet on, surprisingly.
Quickly enough, he'd loaded his "Sniper", his biogenetic nano taking said shape and form, as the oblivious girl was getting dangerously close. Still camouflaged in the snow, his nano easily adapting to the environment like a chameleon, he didn't have his nanosuit on but those clothing he wore were good enough for the occasion; in order to blend in along with his weapon.
After immediate adjustment of his bi pod, supporting his rifle on his position, he could easily aim despite the bone-chilling cold causing his body to stagger slightly etc. Comfortably aligning his right eye with the scope upon the cheek piece he begun to magnify his target's head and it was indeed a female. Why? Why did those faggots send a female? He could perfectly see there were men inside, his eyesight with the helmet on was just as great and yes he could see through walls, obviously, thanks to it.
He couldn't press the trigger, it wasn't like he didn't have a sound-suppressor and would give away his position. It was just, she seemed so childish and innocent (oh no, he wrong) and reminded him of his friend back in the days. Nah, she didn't have a striking resemblance to her, he thought the same about nearly any female soldier he encountered, not that he'd met many during his missions anyway; but this one's personality seemed to match, too, at first sight.
She was getting too close, he had to draw her attention away from him though or he would either have no choice but to kill her or fail the mission and there was no 'retry' option in the real world. Real world my arsehole, but shush. He quickly changed his aim back to the base, trying to take a good aim on one of the soldiers hiding behind cover but wasn't even sure if his nano-bullets could penetrate those walls. Regardless, he was about to shoot when something loomed out of the darkness, a few meters behind of the tetris-playing female soldier.
He had a major flashback at that very second right there, and it was all that it took for him to snap and within just about as much time to quickly rearrange his aim and press the trigger, unhesitatingly taking the life of the polar bear with a bullet that could kill a driver in a fully-armored tank upon impact after piercing through its thick armor. Imagine how fucked the bear's skull must have been after the bullet had pierced through it, the whole head a mush of blood and its brains, heading for the base itself and as expected failed to penetrate its thick walls. The sound made from that hit should have drawed the major's attention towards it and away from Termo, hopefully.
After having acted foolishly out of what may as well have been regret other than compassion for someone who he didn't even know, and seemed to be his enemy, he realised his mistake and stayed still, his nanosuit manifesting upon the rest of his body, blending in with the environment just like his helmet and the weapon. He would need the extra-camouflage and safety it could offer, where his position to be discovered. He had done fucked up worse than Percy but he couldn't help it. It was because of his inability to pull the trigger in the past, his hesitation, that his previously mentioned friend wasn't in the world of the living anymore.
P2: A thud resounded out from behind Primo as a mass of nearly 350kg fell into the snow.
"FUCK ANOTHER Z-BLOCK!" Letting out another complaint, she had performed a heel face-turn, spinning in place along the axis of her duck-like boot. Both of Primo's light purple eye's had then spotted a 'blob' of white that had been laid out upon the snow like a rug, and at its head had been a color of red that spread out evenly in every direction along the snow. Other than that, there had been fatty pink masses of brain and other bodily fluids spread to each side.
However, Primo did not seem phased.
Suddenly, she had bent her knees, crouching down near the skull-fucked polarbear. Seriously. It looked like Zesde-dono went ham on its ass.
"Are you broken?" Questioned the girl while extending her left hand and poking its 'head' with her finger. "Yeah. Looks broken." Concluded Primo while standing back up and placing her hands on her hips.
Her casual attitude had been due to the fact that she thought a hunter had killed the polarbear.
Really, didn't she look terrifying? Standing in -130 degrees weather while casually being insane. Luckily, her bodysuit had been made out of a special arachnofibre weave that had promoted the acceleration of atoms, making it actually quite warm. (totally bullshitted that since Antartica is just too cold nigga)
Victoria then let out a long sigh while raising her blood-covered hand to her forehead, using it as a make-shift visor, "HELLO! MR. HUNTERRR YOU MIGHT WANT TO COLLECT YOUR BEAR!!!!!", but something was off.
The exit and entry wound had been directed in a way that hinted the shooter was infront of her.
Primo then narrowed her eye's forward into the frigid screen of white snow. Something like electricity had sparked along her pupils, it actually seemed like her eyes were a plasma-lamp, streams of electricity had shot back and forth within her pupils.
She was using her ability; Technopathy. This had allowed her to not only see electrical currents, but also to 'read' them.
Her special eye's had then spotted something. It had felt like she was looking at text in a foreign language. The data transfered through the electrical currents had made absolutely no sense to her. It was a very odd feeling. Her gut had told her something was not right.
Primo could not tell her enemies exact location, but she had prepared accordingly. She decided she would try to follow the flow of 'foreign language', using her inborn ability.
---- In that instant a text message had been received within the main military base, deep under the ground ----
|| Primo Victoria: Deploy the IM-6, NOW. ;) ||
The technical team thought the 'winky-face' was a bit odd, but they had still launched the 'package'. ---
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On the surface, no obvious change had been made, yet, Primo had slowly droped her hand to her hip, taking the pistol from its holster.
She was in a cat & mouse game against a sniper, but now she was more readily prepared; Somewhat....
T3: "..." Geoffrey was left astonished, startled. That girl must have been either high as fuck or lunatic to hell and back. Speaking to an animal, a dead one even; What the heck? And right after that, she casually yelled at him to go and pick up his prey. Maybe he should have shot her instead of the bear, he thought as he began to crawl away from her, backwards; his eyes always focused on her though, cause that bitch was cra'y.
Welp, it couldn't be helped anymore. They were obviously on to him, she had spotted him. Despite seeming like a lunatic girl, she was obviously no newb of a soldier when it came to tracks and signs. What exactly was she on to though? Geoffrey couldn't even guess, her facial expression was too messed up. She had a pistol, well of course Einstein she wouldn't have gone out armless now, would she?
Was there really no choice but to shoot her down as well as the rest of the guards? Was it even possible with these odds. She seemed kind of naive though, perhaps he could fool her and get close to the commander and kill him or if he were lucky enough perhaps Zesde would show up and do that for him. No, wait, Zesde showing up would be bad for everyone, he would buttrape them all indiscriminately.
At this point, might as well play it stupid. Fight stupid with stupid, who knows it might as well work. After sheathing his sniper on his back, more like touching it on his nanosuit so it would latch on it nano-on-nano he dematerialized his helmet, so he wouldn't look too suspicious, before getting back up and waving at Primo with the stupidest of smiles he could muster. His right hand moving sillily left and right as he smiled so much out of character that even she could have figured out he was faking everything unless she was too lunatic to know any better.
His caucasian face was soon covered in ice as his black hair turned white from all the snow falling upon his head. Bad idea to remove the helmet but it couldn't be helped. He kept blinking his almond brown eyes so they wouldn't freeze, as he spoke to her. Quite frankly, she must have thought he was winking at her with both eyes, hopefully she wasn't that crazy. "I'll get the bear now, sorry for alerting you." He said, stuttering in cold or was it fright? Perhaps both, as he slowly walked forward, shivering. His eyes scanning her hands, were she to try and shoot him he should be able to notice and react in time, maybe.
P3: Primo's hostility seemed to fade, and she released the grip to her pistol. The 'hunter' had shown himself, and even went as far as to wave at her. Although Primo kind of felt like his movements where akin to that of a broken robot. Nonetheless, she didn't really seem to care, and wholly accepted the situation.
The young girl in the snow had then grinned widely while waving back to the 'hunter', "Oh! I'm glad you've shown yourself...--" Pausing for a moment a concerned look had 'froze' upon Primo's face.
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Four high-speed obects had punched through the ice several meters behind Primo, and they began to fly towards her position at an alarming speed. The snow under all four of them had spread out to each side, being punched through easily.
They had been dark navy-blue and white; Just like Primo's body-suit. Each of them had been propelled by a jet-stream of blue light!
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The frozen Primo had then wryly smiled while forcing a smile; "A-ah... r-right....."
Her action was obviously some sort of attack, even if it didn't seem so.
And suddenly the four projectiles had shot past Primo, kicking up a white after-trail of snow as they did. They each had been metal-looking constructs that seemed to be aimed at 'pummeling' Termo.
Just what kind of weird weapon was that?
At any-rate, he would have to react to thos four high-speed projectiles somehow, right?
T4&P4: || Turning - Point ||
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Your pretty smile shan't distract me." -- Spoke Termo, yet the missile-like objects had not struck that shakespear-like man......
The four cylindrical objects that had closed in on Termo had made a change in direction! Once the four projectiles came within 20 meters of Termo, they had changed course-- tilting 90 degrees, and flying up into the sky.
At the same time Primo had grinned while bending her left leg, standing on her right; With her leg bent she pressed a button along the boot on her foot, and the 'duck-shoe' had fallen off, she switched legs repeating the process so both were no longer attached to her feet; thought she had sitll stood ON them as to avoid sinking into the snow.
The missile-like objects would continue flying up into the air, nearly 40 meters above the snow now.
At the same time Primo had slightly bent her body while leaning forward. The hard-tapping of her body-suit had begun to kick in-- The arachnofibre weave had begun to contract and compress around her body like artificial muscles. Actually; if she were not to relax completely, her muscles would be torn. If she tensed a single muscle, it would be torn in an instant. The hard-tapping of her bodysuit would carry out all of her movements; that had been sent via her mind.
Both of Primo's eye's had begun to glow more intensly, the continous wave of plasma-orb-like lights continued to zap around her pupils. Her eyes had been as wide as an owls, and she did not blink, not even in the harsh cold. She looked almost like some sort of creepy doll and not an actual human.
Steam begun to slowly vent out from the joints of her body-suit and blood slowly dripped from the corner of her lip. The compression of her bodysuit had squeezed at her insides, causing internal damage even though her muscles had been relaxed. But the pain did not stop her; she had not even tensed a single muscle during the constricting pain, and suddenly she made her move!
*BOOOM!*
A jet-stream of snow had been kicked up as Primo's body launched across the white-winter wonderland, and at the same time the four cylindrical objects overhead had suddenly shot down towards the earth, aiming a spot nearly 10 meters infront of Termo.
The strength of her body suit had carried her body at an unimaginable speed; running so fast that she did not sink into the snow, and had even melted it underfoot. It had been as if she was a 'Jesus lizard' running across a pound of water.
With her long black-hair streaming behind her, that wide eye'd girl had sprinted the distance between her and Termo. Her speed had been insurmountable!
With a nimble manuever Primo had kicked her self off the snow, rotating in mid air whilst advancing towards Termo; At the same time the four cylindrical objects had slammed down upon her position! However, she was not blown to bits or reduced to a pile of disguisting remains.... As instead the objects did not blow up...
A mechanical noise resounded within the atmosphere as Primo suddenly performed a round-house kick; but it had not been from her. The cylindrical objects had opened up, and latched onto her body mid-air. Or more accurately they had covered both of her hands; from her finger tips to her elbow; and both of her feet; from her toes to her knees.
The objects had looked like metallic armor, and on both the bottom of her feet and palm of her hands had been a white circular 'light'
*BOOOOOOM!!!*
Another noise roared out and suddenly thrust exploded out from all of the 'white circles' on Primo's armor; the force caused her body to spin faster mid-air, and with all that added kinetic energy on her advance, she had aimed to sent a deadly thruster-indouced-roundhouse kick to Termo's face; But he should have enough time to react-- so it wasn't likely she would reduce his brain to a foreign pink-mist with this attack.
T5: "...watt..." Geoffrey wondered as the projectiles were sent flying into the sky instead of towards himself and then watched as Primo bended over for Zesde or Shrek, maybe for both of them. What the fuck was she even doing? Why was she doing it to herself? Apart from being lunatic she liked to harm herself, too? It's not like one contradicts the other anyway.
As blood slowly dripped from the corner of her lip he realised she must be in some weird BDSM shit, like oh mai gawd. His helmet must have rematerialized on his head by then, but her speed was still hard to keep up with, nonetheless. The projectiles had came back crashing down and around her and before he knew it she had came towards him with some newly found metallic armguards and kneeguards (by the look of it) she wasn't going to hold anything back.
Close combat with the one nicknamed 'Golgi' did not usually end up well for Geoffrey's adversary's but this one seemed well prepared. Regardless, as she spinned her body in mid-air he brought his arms in front of himself in a defensive manner, seemingly ready to block and as she thruster-roundhouse kicked him like a Chuck Norris Robocop he raised his left arm to meet up with whichever leg she was going to use in an attempt to block said kick.
Despite having his nanosuit on it still hurt, it hurt like hell, the force put behind it which had given her speed and all was too much even for him at his current state (previously mentioned stat changes do apply) to block and come out unphased. But he was not one to just block an attack like that, pretty much simultaneously with the block, using his right hand he had attempted to get a hold of her leg as she would make contact with his left arm.
Should he suceed in doing so he would try and apprehend her by bringing her down, while holding her leg it should be easy given she were airborne (right?), right in front of him. Followed by a chop strike at whichever hand she might try to use in response to his vanward movement upon being brought down into the ground. Even with his left arm hurting he should still be able to apprehend someone smaller than him; provided he can get a good grip of her leg to begin with and manage to get on top of her like Zesde does to his victims YET not with the same intentions.
Should she get fucked over by her own body tensing or something? It should be easy for Termo to apprehend her after dropping her down, moving over her, turning her around and chaining her hands up with his nano-handcuffs.
P5: A loud crash resounded into the area as Primo's metallic boot collided with Termo's left arm. The sheer force behind the attack had pushed back the veil of snow around those two like a pulse wave of air-pressure. But-- Her assault had not stopped there! It seemed as if Termo had taken a hold of her leg with his right hand.
But that wouldn't be enough to deal with robocop chuck norris, right? Of course.
And in that instant Primo had twisted both her hands and left leg so that they each directed the 'light' on the gloves and boots towards the snow! A brilliant blue-light had roared from all of them and like a jet she had took flight. The repulsor-rays had used the same laws behind the F-35's engine; allowing it to hover via the thrusters. So it did not matter if she was mid-air, she could manuever herself by using the thrust of her gloves and boots.
In the next instant Primo had shot up about 10 meters into the sky as if she was Zesde-dono's cock. She then moved her left leg slightly; using both her hand thrusters mainly to lift her into the sky; and with her left leg she aimed the 'thruster' towards Termo's face, "Get off me damnit! I don't like clingy guys!" Complained the wide-eye'd girl while flying erratically, tilting and twisting like an RPG shot by the taliban.
T6: So just as he was about to throw her onto the ground in front of him, Primo managed to jolt herself into the sky like a taliban's bazooka shell dragging Termo along with her who just wouldn't let go off of her leg; his nanosuit's right glove's nano had literally latched onto her so it would be hard to get him off of her unless he chose to let go.
She even flew as far as ten meters above the ground but she was not the only one that could do that, his stats having returned back to their normal ones he activated his boots' jet pistons allowing him to hover just higher enough so that her thruster attack would burn his left leg instead of his face WERE she to not do something else as at once again he used her attack to simultaneously try to apprehend her as he flew up right in front of her face; face to face within a second, more or less.
As she complained he had seemingly tried to get a grip of her neck but his intentions weren't to choke her, that shit is too mainstream and not kawaii, after all. He was aiming for her carotid artery, as he brought his right index and middle finger towards her neck targeting it with excessive force. Were he to suceed in applying pressure on the region of her carotid artery then she should faint due to the signals the pressure-sensitive baroreceptors would send to her brain, indicating the high blood pressure that requires lowering it and eventually passing out cold in the icy fields of antartica. Snowy fields, yeah, I'm not dense.
P6: Primo did not have time to react to the sudden attack, Termo had struck her carotid artery precisely and without fail. Since Primo's muscles had all been relaxed there was little to no resistance in her neck, and her consciousness was reaped away within a few moments.
The thrusters on her hands and feet then flickered a few times, as they did her eye's had lost its color. Going from plasma orbs to a grey-scale color. She had undoubtfully lost consciousness.
The thrusters shut off and her entire body fell towards the snowy ground like a dead weight.
But, hope was not lost.
The body-suit had detected that her brain-wave activity had droped to the a level where so little neuro-transmitteres were being sent and received; that it knew she was no longer conscious.
Luckily, the gauntlets on each of her hand had something to remedy this situation. The scale-like gloves had covered her entire forearms. The inside of the gloves had then stabbed into her arms with a needle, and like a heroine addict it began to poor a drug into her blood-stream.
It was an Epinephrine autoinjector.
The Adrenaline had allowed her blood to flow more easily into her muscles and brain, activating a state of hyper-awareness and indifference to pain.
suddenly Primo's eye's had regained their color, albeit at about 3x the intensity.
A purple glow emiited from her eyes, and in the next instant the thrusters of her suit went back online. And the moment before her body hit the ground; she had thrusted her hands out infront of her, sending a high-powered pulse to the ground that had launched her body upward with the momentum, flipping her back a few meters as she landed on her feet; and then quickly bent her knees to crouch down, *BOOOOM!* And with the entire momentum of her movement she had slammed her right palm onto the floor, sending a shock-wave into the ground that had traveled through the ice under the snow.
A series of cracks had rang out from underneath those two, and the ground had slowly began to spider-web around Primo for about 30 meters to each direction, seperating chunks of ice like an arphipelago.
Primo had looked like a complete crackhead, she was sweating and slightly twitching while looking at Termo with her radiant-wide eyes. She looked like someone who snorted a line of Zesde's Leukocytes like Scarface and Cocaine.
"F-four times an hour a company of ambitious printers and eight lean w-wizards mysteriously nipped the faint kitten with bottles!!!" Shouted Primo while crying like some sort of insane mother fucker. --- I should take this time to mention that she was injected with... well.... more than the reccomended dose of Adrenaline... and it may have been spiked with LSD....
She then peeled the frozen tears off of her skin and popped them into her mouth like tic-tacs.
Was she slightly mad?
that insane robocop who was tripping on some dank Zesde then made her next move, raising her hand up towards Termo. The repulsor-ray in her left hand had begun to glow, and slowly began to take in the air. The snow around her began to slowly move 'into' the glove, as if being compressed for someting. It looked like she was charging some sort of attack.
T7: What the heck was wrong with that crack whore? One moment she was passed out cold, the next she'd regained consciousness, being twice as mad or maybe three times as mad? Fuck knows, she was definitely uber mad. Madder than Zesde after Tokath'd suicided before he could murder his ass, that level of mad we're talking about.
He had tried to grab her before she would fall on the ground but his left arm ached back in pain and being airborne with a decent amount of speed he had failed but it was snow below them anyway so the fall should have been mild regardless. But what did he know? Fucking shockwaves and shit and she had been preparing something to fuck him over.
She seemed to be going for the kill, she had gone full crazy mode now, there was no talking sense into her; not that there was before. He had to kill her, didn't he? It looked like it as he landed on the ground roughly a hundred of meters away from her, he held his burned leg in pain as he cussed a little underneath his breath. Whilst with his free hand, the right one, he materialized his shotgun on it because fuck knows what she was going to fire at him and honestly approaching her while she charged it up would have been suicide so instead he stepped away, backwards, while still watching her, slowly yet steadily.
P7: Slowly Primo had stood up on the drifting section of ice-land she created, with her arm still raised towards Termo, she continued to take in the elements of the air into her gauntlet.
"Go-web go!" Then shouted the girl while flicking her wrist out towards Termo.
Nothing happaned.
Primo had then frowned while shaking her arm, "Go now?.... Please....?" A very sad look then swept over her expression and she began to sniffle and cry. She then retracted her hand and pointing the palm towards her own face. Her intense eye's glared into the repulsor jet pad.
"What do you mean you don't want to? Stop being a bad snake... Wait... there's a Dragon?!--" Talking up to that point she suddenly thrusted her hand back out towards Termo. "FOR CAMELOT!"
A bizzare cutting sound whipped into the air, and in the next instant a compressed stream of water had shot out of her repulsor glove. It had used the same rules behind ship welding; highly compressed water that is able to slice through sheets of steel. That laser-beam-like projectile of water had whizzed through the air while aiming to pierce through the forehead of the 'Dragon' A.K.A. Termo.
T8: "Go-web go!" The girl had shouted, causing Termo to get in a ready to get out of the way and/or block motion, but nothing was fired. "The fuck?" He thought as she begun to beg it to go, shaking her arm. What the actual fuckery was going on. She was sniffling and crying, he kind of felt bad for the poor woman; but it was not his fault she was full on crack now was it?
"Snake? Dragon?" The heck is she talking about?" He wondered and when she shouted "FOR CUM-A-LOT!" He lost his shit. What kind of crack-whorism was going on there. He had been distracted too much. She has pulled a Juvia on him, firing a water-ish attack capabe of cutting through steel but it moved faster than he could react effectively to dodge it unharmed given the circumstances.
He forced his left leg to move so he could move out of the way but it was too late, he tried but it had been burned badly, nano's weakness being fired it had barely protected his body from it so he was pretty fucked. As he tried to fall on the right the beam had already reached him, cutting cleanly through his whole left arm all the way up from the armpit; severing it from the rest of his body and sending it up the polar bear's dead skullfucked head.
Had it been anybody else, he would be screaming his lungs out right now, crying like a bitch, but Geoffrey was used to pain, not this sort of pain, but he could take tons of pain without crying or snapping. He was calm, as calm as he was serious. His nano quickly covered the wound so he wouldn't suffer from blood loss but the pain was still great.
Had it been anybody else he would have been unleashing all of his ammunition on his adversary right now, but it was Geoffrey, he was beyond such acts of rage. He slowly got back up, defeated as he was, his shotgun's nano rematerializing into his golden desert eagle. He struggled but he managed to walk close to her, assuming that attack had taken its toll on her she shouldn't be firing anything deadly anytime soon.
He aimed his gun towards her forehead, but then lowered it as if he was going to hand it over to her, and he was. "Although I have been bested, I have my pride. Pulling the trigger as it is would also take my own life. My nano would fail to keep up with what is needed to keep my arm from bleeding out and end up dying along with you were this gunshot to kill you. So I ask of you of a favor as a fellow soldier. You may take my life with my own gun, but I would hate to die failing on a mission when everybody is counting on me, so please, go kill your commander." Hell, she was so much on crack right now she might as well listen to him so it was worth a shot, he was fully honest with her anyway, his nano were going to fail him were he to further strain them by pulling the trigger given his serious loss.
P8: Primo had held her left shoulder after firing the water jet-cutter, the intense recoil had even harmed her body that was covered in hard-tapping.
The woman had then sat cross-legged on her little island of ice and looked down at the snow. " . . . . " After a few moments of silence she began to build a snow-castle, and words reached her ears from above.
Termo had been holding a gun out to her and saying something; But Primo could not understand ancient Aztek.
(Fuck... what does he want?) Confused she did the only sensible thing to do in that situation.
*Thump!*
Primo had collpased onto her back, sprawling her limbs out to each side while staring at the sky wide-eyed, she pretended to be asleep.
"ZZZZzZzzZzzz~" Obviously faked attempts at snoring left her lips and she idly laid on the floor, ignoring Termo completely.
However, the Adrenaline had already ran its course.
Her eye's had finally closed, and she fell into an actual sleep. It was as if she didn't have a care in the world.
A soldier wearing a large orange coat then approached those two from behind; He looked kind of nervous but he spoke anyway; "U-uh... I'd hate to interupt... But a 10 meter tall monster slaughtered 97% of the people in the underwater base..." He wrly rose his hand to his head, scratching at the back of his hair. "S-soo..." His words were then suddenly cut off as the tech-suit under his clothes began to move on its own. He began to do the Michael Jackson's thriller dance. It was obvious Primo was controlling his suit.
T9(END): Geoffrey facepalmed so damn hard. Don't ask with which hand unless you are retarded. But of course my good readers, he went and found his severed one and used it to smack his own face, but of course, but of course. Not. Anyway, she was so on crack it was stupid of him to expect she would listen to him - let alone understand what the fuck he was trying to tell her.
She had fallen back and started sleeping, obviously faking it, surprisingly she hadn't created a snow angel already, you know those shit kids make by lying back on the snow outside and moving their hands vertically, yeah, that lame shit. After a while though, she seemed to have actually fallen asleep, perhaps his previous strike had taken its effect really late for some unknown reason.
Then a wild faggot appeared, spoke some bullshit of some water monster fucking the base up and killing 97% percent of them before starting dancing like Michael Jackson in Thriller Dance. I don't even. Then Geoffrey's eyes widened as he noticed two grenade like orbs roll outside of her pockets or whatever the fuck she had them stored in. [MX6-MK 7 "House clear, move on."]
Seeing as she couldn't even comprehend the fuck he was telling her, if she were to set them off 'accidentally' they would all be more fucked than Zesde could ever fuck them up, effortlessly, that is. Oh, you. He quickly grabbed them one by one and threw them back without looking, the first exploded near the commander who was fighting the water monster and the second was swallowed by the dumb shit only to have it explode inside it and fuck it over. Talk about a lucky asshole.
"MISSION COMPLETE" A screen popped up inside his helmet, he was so startled he dematerialized it and as soon as he got up he stroke the other soldier's carotid artery so that he wouldn't do shit once Primo was done controlling him. Now she was passed out having a passed out soldier dance like M.J., weird shit. He called for a pickup, after dematerializing his pistol, but the asshole partner of his responded with. "I can't pick you up 'Golgi' I have orders to let you perish in Antartica after confirming the death of the enemy commander. Nothing personal, but our commander seems to not be fond of your nano, he deemed you as one of those meta-human we have been fighting against since forever. Good luck, you are going to need it."
He was about to leave by himself when he caught a slight glimpse of how peacefully the lunatic girl was sleeping, it reminded him of his friend, the nostalgic idiot. He couldn't just leave her to die from either the cold or whatever the fuck might come there smelling the blood that had been spilt. He moved his arm beneath her back and by maximizing his strength, as he crouched, by removing equal amounts from the rest of his stats he was able to lift her without much of an effort, placing her on his left shoulder, her head and upper torso behind his back, her belly on his shoulder, her legs were where his left arm would have been IF HE HAD ONE ANYMORE!
The passed out dancer followed them, ironically he served as quite the bait as he attracted the predators buying them time to escape as a polar bear nom'd on him, Zesde bless him for his service with your vile girth in the otherworld. After a while Geoffrey had found an igloo, that was safe enough from both predators and the cold. How lucky was he? If you disregard the loss of his arm and the betrayal, not that much really.
He got inside, after letting Primo down and pushing her inside as he crawled underneath it. Was she still sleeping or was she faking it? Then again, nobody ever woke up fast from his carotid artery strikes and considering the shit she injected herself with, it might take a while. After a while the pain from his arm's loss begun to hit him in unbearable ways, seeing as he wasn't pumped up anymore and body had calmed down he could no longer disregard the pain. He tried hard not to groan but he could hardly restrain himself.
He went and lied down on the other side of the igloo as he held his wound with his right hand, he had finally given into fatigue and passed out cold. His nano would continue working on healing his wound but regrowing the arm would take weeks, fully functioning would take months but he would get it back eventually. Priority was to survive, and he had tried hard to.
Somewhere inbetween the stratosphere and the mesosphere a jet had been flying at supersonic speeds with two people inside. One of them was Geoffrey Termo and the other a random soldier, for the plot, that doesn't even need to be named. "We are just above Antartica, are you ready for the jump?" Geoffrey merely nodded, he was born ready, you lil bitch.
With just the hit of a red button, the backseat's glassy cover opened, allowing him to be jolted outside as the jet had slowed down so that he wouldn't get fucked over by the mere air friction; not that he would if he had his nanosuit on, but he didn't, so shut up.
Long story short, he was doing some cool skydiving shit, spinning and turning over, performing various flips and summersaults just for the hell off it. Might as well entertain himself a bit as he falls from 45km high, right? He'd just broken the skydiving world record and wasn't going to be put in the Guiness Book so bare with him.
Skipping forward, he was about one kilometer away from the ground when he tried to open his parachute. "1001, 1002, 1003..." But what do you know? The stupid shit had stuck. Bloody malfunctions. He quickly cut away the main parachute and deployed the reserve one as soon as the faulty one was gone so that it wouldn't get in the way.
All praise the almighty Zesde's vile girth, it had opened, and he safely descended on the snowy/icy terrain of Antartica not too far away from the base he was supposed to infiltrate and fuck up the enemy commander. But not even he could predict the unexpected twist of events that had yet to unfold before him. His partner was flying around the area 45km+ high, he had no orders to pick him up after, so why?
Geoffrey's nanosuit's helmet manifested on his head so he could 'scan' the base before getting close. He stayed close to the ground, crouching and then crawling, so that their sonars, if they had any, wouldn't easily pick him up, being a mile away, more or less. He was covered in snow so they should mistake him for an animal, regardless. Something was looming out of the darkness though, what could it be?
P1: "Fuck It's too damn cold."
"I know bro, I know."
"Like, my nipples are as hard as diamonds man!"
The voices of two soldier's had spoken out into the white winter wonderland of Antartica. They had been standing watch at a certain hidden base, located in harsh freezing conditions; (-53 degrees Celsius.)
However, they did not look like military personel. They had been dressed in civilian clothing; Huge orange jackets; and had been posing as scientist researching penguins. In truth, they had been guarding the entrance to a large metallic construct; A military base.
Below both of those faux-scientist had been a floor of ice, and below that freezing water, but within that?
A large 20Km wide fortress of steal had been built within the depths of the cold water.
On the surface, there had been a 'scientific research' lab, but it had actually been the entrance to the world below. It had acted as a cover, furthering the illusion that those two soldier's had been nothing but scientist.
That illusion was soon broken.
The fake lab had state of the art motion sensors, Mission-impossible-like lasers, pressure plates, sentry-guns, harmful gas, thermal sensors and over 27 other biometric scanning devices meant to detect or deal with an intruder.
On a large metal floor, something like a large hocky puck had slowly rolled across the floor. It had actually looked a bit like a roomba vacuum cleaning robot....?
Sitting cross-legged on that device had been a woman, with her arms crossed over her chest, she had seemed lost in thought. She had actually looked a bit like a cat when she sat on that cleaning device.
However what had been most odd was how the security trip-lines, motions sensors and other harmful defense mechanisms had moved around her, as if avoiding her.
She had been wearing a skin-tight body suit that was multi-colored in navy blue and white, it had resembled a divers suit to some degree, but had several motion-tracking orbs dotted about the outfit.
An intense look had been about her face as she bit her lip and grit her teeth.
One wouldn't be able to tell, but she was playing tetris. -- in her mind.
One of the fake scientist had then spoke, and as he did his breath became visible along the air; "Major. Primo? what are you doing?"
Suddenly the girl upon the security device had frowned while opening her eyes, glaring at the soldier. "God damnit Percy! What the fuck is wrong with you? You made me stack a Z-block on the corner!", and in that moment all of the defense installments within the factory had pointed their buisness ends towards 'percy'. He done fucked up, he should have had more Zesde in his life.
The synthesised voice of a british-sounding woman had then spoke into the factory, "Un-identified arial object detected within sector B, grid coordination Alpha - Six - Juliet - Nine, recommended course of action; The use of the new MrSK-N9 'Vile-girth' missiles?"
A sigh had then left Primo's lips as she stood up on the cleaning device, and slowly the 'robot' had rode forward as if carrying her. "No, we don't need to resort to such desperate actions." Yawned Primo while rubbing her eyes, she had seemed as if a bored child. "I'll go check it out."
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10 minutes later.................
"Fucking percy, Z-block on the corner. Now I have to restart. I fucking hate him." Mumbled a lone-girl while walking through the white-veil of winter. She was currently heading to the grid coordinations explained earlier. Despite the heavy snow, she had walked 'on-top' of it, and did not sink through. The snow should have been up to her knees, but she had been using a special pair of boots they had been designed to aid climbers in hiking mount everest, and as such the boots had been both indifferenced to extremely low temperatures, and built kind of like a pair of flippers used in diving.
Without really knowing it, Primo had already began to close the distance between her and the unknown object that landed in the snow. She was completely oblivious to even his existence, but none the less, she had been within 200 meters of him.
T2: "How am I supposed to sneak inside and take out the enemy commander?" Geoffrey pondered that question as he examined nearly everything around and inside the entrance. They definitely had sonars, no way they didn't, they must have spotted him; hence why he hadn't stayed where he'd initially landed at, he was not inexperienced.
What the actual fuck? A girl wearing something like a diver's suit had came out of the base. Wasn't she feeling the bone-chilling cold, at all? How high was she? She mumbled something about some block in a corner, restarting and fucking hating someone or something; but Geoffrey didn't quite catch all that despite his acute hearing, even thought he had his helmet on, surprisingly.
Quickly enough, he'd loaded his "Sniper", his biogenetic nano taking said shape and form, as the oblivious girl was getting dangerously close. Still camouflaged in the snow, his nano easily adapting to the environment like a chameleon, he didn't have his nanosuit on but those clothing he wore were good enough for the occasion; in order to blend in along with his weapon.
After immediate adjustment of his bi pod, supporting his rifle on his position, he could easily aim despite the bone-chilling cold causing his body to stagger slightly etc. Comfortably aligning his right eye with the scope upon the cheek piece he begun to magnify his target's head and it was indeed a female. Why? Why did those faggots send a female? He could perfectly see there were men inside, his eyesight with the helmet on was just as great and yes he could see through walls, obviously, thanks to it.
He couldn't press the trigger, it wasn't like he didn't have a sound-suppressor and would give away his position. It was just, she seemed so childish and innocent (oh no, he wrong) and reminded him of his friend back in the days. Nah, she didn't have a striking resemblance to her, he thought the same about nearly any female soldier he encountered, not that he'd met many during his missions anyway; but this one's personality seemed to match, too, at first sight.
She was getting too close, he had to draw her attention away from him though or he would either have no choice but to kill her or fail the mission and there was no 'retry' option in the real world. Real world my arsehole, but shush. He quickly changed his aim back to the base, trying to take a good aim on one of the soldiers hiding behind cover but wasn't even sure if his nano-bullets could penetrate those walls. Regardless, he was about to shoot when something loomed out of the darkness, a few meters behind of the tetris-playing female soldier.
He had a major flashback at that very second right there, and it was all that it took for him to snap and within just about as much time to quickly rearrange his aim and press the trigger, unhesitatingly taking the life of the polar bear with a bullet that could kill a driver in a fully-armored tank upon impact after piercing through its thick armor. Imagine how fucked the bear's skull must have been after the bullet had pierced through it, the whole head a mush of blood and its brains, heading for the base itself and as expected failed to penetrate its thick walls. The sound made from that hit should have drawed the major's attention towards it and away from Termo, hopefully.
After having acted foolishly out of what may as well have been regret other than compassion for someone who he didn't even know, and seemed to be his enemy, he realised his mistake and stayed still, his nanosuit manifesting upon the rest of his body, blending in with the environment just like his helmet and the weapon. He would need the extra-camouflage and safety it could offer, where his position to be discovered. He had done fucked up worse than Percy but he couldn't help it. It was because of his inability to pull the trigger in the past, his hesitation, that his previously mentioned friend wasn't in the world of the living anymore.
P2: A thud resounded out from behind Primo as a mass of nearly 350kg fell into the snow.
"FUCK ANOTHER Z-BLOCK!" Letting out another complaint, she had performed a heel face-turn, spinning in place along the axis of her duck-like boot. Both of Primo's light purple eye's had then spotted a 'blob' of white that had been laid out upon the snow like a rug, and at its head had been a color of red that spread out evenly in every direction along the snow. Other than that, there had been fatty pink masses of brain and other bodily fluids spread to each side.
However, Primo did not seem phased.
Suddenly, she had bent her knees, crouching down near the skull-fucked polarbear. Seriously. It looked like Zesde-dono went ham on its ass.
"Are you broken?" Questioned the girl while extending her left hand and poking its 'head' with her finger. "Yeah. Looks broken." Concluded Primo while standing back up and placing her hands on her hips.
Her casual attitude had been due to the fact that she thought a hunter had killed the polarbear.
Really, didn't she look terrifying? Standing in -130 degrees weather while casually being insane. Luckily, her bodysuit had been made out of a special arachnofibre weave that had promoted the acceleration of atoms, making it actually quite warm. (totally bullshitted that since Antartica is just too cold nigga)
Victoria then let out a long sigh while raising her blood-covered hand to her forehead, using it as a make-shift visor, "HELLO! MR. HUNTERRR YOU MIGHT WANT TO COLLECT YOUR BEAR!!!!!", but something was off.
The exit and entry wound had been directed in a way that hinted the shooter was infront of her.
Primo then narrowed her eye's forward into the frigid screen of white snow. Something like electricity had sparked along her pupils, it actually seemed like her eyes were a plasma-lamp, streams of electricity had shot back and forth within her pupils.
She was using her ability; Technopathy. This had allowed her to not only see electrical currents, but also to 'read' them.
Her special eye's had then spotted something. It had felt like she was looking at text in a foreign language. The data transfered through the electrical currents had made absolutely no sense to her. It was a very odd feeling. Her gut had told her something was not right.
Primo could not tell her enemies exact location, but she had prepared accordingly. She decided she would try to follow the flow of 'foreign language', using her inborn ability.
---- In that instant a text message had been received within the main military base, deep under the ground ----
|| Primo Victoria: Deploy the IM-6, NOW. ;) ||
The technical team thought the 'winky-face' was a bit odd, but they had still launched the 'package'. ---
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On the surface, no obvious change had been made, yet, Primo had slowly droped her hand to her hip, taking the pistol from its holster.
She was in a cat & mouse game against a sniper, but now she was more readily prepared; Somewhat....
T3: "..." Geoffrey was left astonished, startled. That girl must have been either high as fuck or lunatic to hell and back. Speaking to an animal, a dead one even; What the heck? And right after that, she casually yelled at him to go and pick up his prey. Maybe he should have shot her instead of the bear, he thought as he began to crawl away from her, backwards; his eyes always focused on her though, cause that bitch was cra'y.
Welp, it couldn't be helped anymore. They were obviously on to him, she had spotted him. Despite seeming like a lunatic girl, she was obviously no newb of a soldier when it came to tracks and signs. What exactly was she on to though? Geoffrey couldn't even guess, her facial expression was too messed up. She had a pistol, well of course Einstein she wouldn't have gone out armless now, would she?
Was there really no choice but to shoot her down as well as the rest of the guards? Was it even possible with these odds. She seemed kind of naive though, perhaps he could fool her and get close to the commander and kill him or if he were lucky enough perhaps Zesde would show up and do that for him. No, wait, Zesde showing up would be bad for everyone, he would buttrape them all indiscriminately.
At this point, might as well play it stupid. Fight stupid with stupid, who knows it might as well work. After sheathing his sniper on his back, more like touching it on his nanosuit so it would latch on it nano-on-nano he dematerialized his helmet, so he wouldn't look too suspicious, before getting back up and waving at Primo with the stupidest of smiles he could muster. His right hand moving sillily left and right as he smiled so much out of character that even she could have figured out he was faking everything unless she was too lunatic to know any better.
His caucasian face was soon covered in ice as his black hair turned white from all the snow falling upon his head. Bad idea to remove the helmet but it couldn't be helped. He kept blinking his almond brown eyes so they wouldn't freeze, as he spoke to her. Quite frankly, she must have thought he was winking at her with both eyes, hopefully she wasn't that crazy. "I'll get the bear now, sorry for alerting you." He said, stuttering in cold or was it fright? Perhaps both, as he slowly walked forward, shivering. His eyes scanning her hands, were she to try and shoot him he should be able to notice and react in time, maybe.
P3: Primo's hostility seemed to fade, and she released the grip to her pistol. The 'hunter' had shown himself, and even went as far as to wave at her. Although Primo kind of felt like his movements where akin to that of a broken robot. Nonetheless, she didn't really seem to care, and wholly accepted the situation.
The young girl in the snow had then grinned widely while waving back to the 'hunter', "Oh! I'm glad you've shown yourself...--" Pausing for a moment a concerned look had 'froze' upon Primo's face.
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Four high-speed obects had punched through the ice several meters behind Primo, and they began to fly towards her position at an alarming speed. The snow under all four of them had spread out to each side, being punched through easily.
They had been dark navy-blue and white; Just like Primo's body-suit. Each of them had been propelled by a jet-stream of blue light!
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The frozen Primo had then wryly smiled while forcing a smile; "A-ah... r-right....."
Her action was obviously some sort of attack, even if it didn't seem so.
And suddenly the four projectiles had shot past Primo, kicking up a white after-trail of snow as they did. They each had been metal-looking constructs that seemed to be aimed at 'pummeling' Termo.
Just what kind of weird weapon was that?
At any-rate, he would have to react to thos four high-speed projectiles somehow, right?
T4&P4: || Turning - Point ||
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Your pretty smile shan't distract me." -- Spoke Termo, yet the missile-like objects had not struck that shakespear-like man......
The four cylindrical objects that had closed in on Termo had made a change in direction! Once the four projectiles came within 20 meters of Termo, they had changed course-- tilting 90 degrees, and flying up into the sky.
At the same time Primo had grinned while bending her left leg, standing on her right; With her leg bent she pressed a button along the boot on her foot, and the 'duck-shoe' had fallen off, she switched legs repeating the process so both were no longer attached to her feet; thought she had sitll stood ON them as to avoid sinking into the snow.
The missile-like objects would continue flying up into the air, nearly 40 meters above the snow now.
At the same time Primo had slightly bent her body while leaning forward. The hard-tapping of her body-suit had begun to kick in-- The arachnofibre weave had begun to contract and compress around her body like artificial muscles. Actually; if she were not to relax completely, her muscles would be torn. If she tensed a single muscle, it would be torn in an instant. The hard-tapping of her bodysuit would carry out all of her movements; that had been sent via her mind.
Both of Primo's eye's had begun to glow more intensly, the continous wave of plasma-orb-like lights continued to zap around her pupils. Her eyes had been as wide as an owls, and she did not blink, not even in the harsh cold. She looked almost like some sort of creepy doll and not an actual human.
Steam begun to slowly vent out from the joints of her body-suit and blood slowly dripped from the corner of her lip. The compression of her bodysuit had squeezed at her insides, causing internal damage even though her muscles had been relaxed. But the pain did not stop her; she had not even tensed a single muscle during the constricting pain, and suddenly she made her move!
*BOOOM!*
A jet-stream of snow had been kicked up as Primo's body launched across the white-winter wonderland, and at the same time the four cylindrical objects overhead had suddenly shot down towards the earth, aiming a spot nearly 10 meters infront of Termo.
The strength of her body suit had carried her body at an unimaginable speed; running so fast that she did not sink into the snow, and had even melted it underfoot. It had been as if she was a 'Jesus lizard' running across a pound of water.
With her long black-hair streaming behind her, that wide eye'd girl had sprinted the distance between her and Termo. Her speed had been insurmountable!
With a nimble manuever Primo had kicked her self off the snow, rotating in mid air whilst advancing towards Termo; At the same time the four cylindrical objects had slammed down upon her position! However, she was not blown to bits or reduced to a pile of disguisting remains.... As instead the objects did not blow up...
A mechanical noise resounded within the atmosphere as Primo suddenly performed a round-house kick; but it had not been from her. The cylindrical objects had opened up, and latched onto her body mid-air. Or more accurately they had covered both of her hands; from her finger tips to her elbow; and both of her feet; from her toes to her knees.
The objects had looked like metallic armor, and on both the bottom of her feet and palm of her hands had been a white circular 'light'
*BOOOOOOM!!!*
Another noise roared out and suddenly thrust exploded out from all of the 'white circles' on Primo's armor; the force caused her body to spin faster mid-air, and with all that added kinetic energy on her advance, she had aimed to sent a deadly thruster-indouced-roundhouse kick to Termo's face; But he should have enough time to react-- so it wasn't likely she would reduce his brain to a foreign pink-mist with this attack.
T5: "...watt..." Geoffrey wondered as the projectiles were sent flying into the sky instead of towards himself and then watched as Primo bended over for Zesde or Shrek, maybe for both of them. What the fuck was she even doing? Why was she doing it to herself? Apart from being lunatic she liked to harm herself, too? It's not like one contradicts the other anyway.
As blood slowly dripped from the corner of her lip he realised she must be in some weird BDSM shit, like oh mai gawd. His helmet must have rematerialized on his head by then, but her speed was still hard to keep up with, nonetheless. The projectiles had came back crashing down and around her and before he knew it she had came towards him with some newly found metallic armguards and kneeguards (by the look of it) she wasn't going to hold anything back.
Close combat with the one nicknamed 'Golgi' did not usually end up well for Geoffrey's adversary's but this one seemed well prepared. Regardless, as she spinned her body in mid-air he brought his arms in front of himself in a defensive manner, seemingly ready to block and as she thruster-roundhouse kicked him like a Chuck Norris Robocop he raised his left arm to meet up with whichever leg she was going to use in an attempt to block said kick.
Despite having his nanosuit on it still hurt, it hurt like hell, the force put behind it which had given her speed and all was too much even for him at his current state (previously mentioned stat changes do apply) to block and come out unphased. But he was not one to just block an attack like that, pretty much simultaneously with the block, using his right hand he had attempted to get a hold of her leg as she would make contact with his left arm.
Should he suceed in doing so he would try and apprehend her by bringing her down, while holding her leg it should be easy given she were airborne (right?), right in front of him. Followed by a chop strike at whichever hand she might try to use in response to his vanward movement upon being brought down into the ground. Even with his left arm hurting he should still be able to apprehend someone smaller than him; provided he can get a good grip of her leg to begin with and manage to get on top of her like Zesde does to his victims YET not with the same intentions.
Should she get fucked over by her own body tensing or something? It should be easy for Termo to apprehend her after dropping her down, moving over her, turning her around and chaining her hands up with his nano-handcuffs.
P5: A loud crash resounded into the area as Primo's metallic boot collided with Termo's left arm. The sheer force behind the attack had pushed back the veil of snow around those two like a pulse wave of air-pressure. But-- Her assault had not stopped there! It seemed as if Termo had taken a hold of her leg with his right hand.
But that wouldn't be enough to deal with robocop chuck norris, right? Of course.
And in that instant Primo had twisted both her hands and left leg so that they each directed the 'light' on the gloves and boots towards the snow! A brilliant blue-light had roared from all of them and like a jet she had took flight. The repulsor-rays had used the same laws behind the F-35's engine; allowing it to hover via the thrusters. So it did not matter if she was mid-air, she could manuever herself by using the thrust of her gloves and boots.
In the next instant Primo had shot up about 10 meters into the sky as if she was Zesde-dono's cock. She then moved her left leg slightly; using both her hand thrusters mainly to lift her into the sky; and with her left leg she aimed the 'thruster' towards Termo's face, "Get off me damnit! I don't like clingy guys!" Complained the wide-eye'd girl while flying erratically, tilting and twisting like an RPG shot by the taliban.
T6: So just as he was about to throw her onto the ground in front of him, Primo managed to jolt herself into the sky like a taliban's bazooka shell dragging Termo along with her who just wouldn't let go off of her leg; his nanosuit's right glove's nano had literally latched onto her so it would be hard to get him off of her unless he chose to let go.
She even flew as far as ten meters above the ground but she was not the only one that could do that, his stats having returned back to their normal ones he activated his boots' jet pistons allowing him to hover just higher enough so that her thruster attack would burn his left leg instead of his face WERE she to not do something else as at once again he used her attack to simultaneously try to apprehend her as he flew up right in front of her face; face to face within a second, more or less.
As she complained he had seemingly tried to get a grip of her neck but his intentions weren't to choke her, that shit is too mainstream and not kawaii, after all. He was aiming for her carotid artery, as he brought his right index and middle finger towards her neck targeting it with excessive force. Were he to suceed in applying pressure on the region of her carotid artery then she should faint due to the signals the pressure-sensitive baroreceptors would send to her brain, indicating the high blood pressure that requires lowering it and eventually passing out cold in the icy fields of antartica. Snowy fields, yeah, I'm not dense.
P6: Primo did not have time to react to the sudden attack, Termo had struck her carotid artery precisely and without fail. Since Primo's muscles had all been relaxed there was little to no resistance in her neck, and her consciousness was reaped away within a few moments.
The thrusters on her hands and feet then flickered a few times, as they did her eye's had lost its color. Going from plasma orbs to a grey-scale color. She had undoubtfully lost consciousness.
The thrusters shut off and her entire body fell towards the snowy ground like a dead weight.
But, hope was not lost.
The body-suit had detected that her brain-wave activity had droped to the a level where so little neuro-transmitteres were being sent and received; that it knew she was no longer conscious.
Luckily, the gauntlets on each of her hand had something to remedy this situation. The scale-like gloves had covered her entire forearms. The inside of the gloves had then stabbed into her arms with a needle, and like a heroine addict it began to poor a drug into her blood-stream.
It was an Epinephrine autoinjector.
The Adrenaline had allowed her blood to flow more easily into her muscles and brain, activating a state of hyper-awareness and indifference to pain.
suddenly Primo's eye's had regained their color, albeit at about 3x the intensity.
A purple glow emiited from her eyes, and in the next instant the thrusters of her suit went back online. And the moment before her body hit the ground; she had thrusted her hands out infront of her, sending a high-powered pulse to the ground that had launched her body upward with the momentum, flipping her back a few meters as she landed on her feet; and then quickly bent her knees to crouch down, *BOOOOM!* And with the entire momentum of her movement she had slammed her right palm onto the floor, sending a shock-wave into the ground that had traveled through the ice under the snow.
A series of cracks had rang out from underneath those two, and the ground had slowly began to spider-web around Primo for about 30 meters to each direction, seperating chunks of ice like an arphipelago.
Primo had looked like a complete crackhead, she was sweating and slightly twitching while looking at Termo with her radiant-wide eyes. She looked like someone who snorted a line of Zesde's Leukocytes like Scarface and Cocaine.
"F-four times an hour a company of ambitious printers and eight lean w-wizards mysteriously nipped the faint kitten with bottles!!!" Shouted Primo while crying like some sort of insane mother fucker. --- I should take this time to mention that she was injected with... well.... more than the reccomended dose of Adrenaline... and it may have been spiked with LSD....
She then peeled the frozen tears off of her skin and popped them into her mouth like tic-tacs.
Was she slightly mad?
that insane robocop who was tripping on some dank Zesde then made her next move, raising her hand up towards Termo. The repulsor-ray in her left hand had begun to glow, and slowly began to take in the air. The snow around her began to slowly move 'into' the glove, as if being compressed for someting. It looked like she was charging some sort of attack.
T7: What the heck was wrong with that crack whore? One moment she was passed out cold, the next she'd regained consciousness, being twice as mad or maybe three times as mad? Fuck knows, she was definitely uber mad. Madder than Zesde after Tokath'd suicided before he could murder his ass, that level of mad we're talking about.
He had tried to grab her before she would fall on the ground but his left arm ached back in pain and being airborne with a decent amount of speed he had failed but it was snow below them anyway so the fall should have been mild regardless. But what did he know? Fucking shockwaves and shit and she had been preparing something to fuck him over.
She seemed to be going for the kill, she had gone full crazy mode now, there was no talking sense into her; not that there was before. He had to kill her, didn't he? It looked like it as he landed on the ground roughly a hundred of meters away from her, he held his burned leg in pain as he cussed a little underneath his breath. Whilst with his free hand, the right one, he materialized his shotgun on it because fuck knows what she was going to fire at him and honestly approaching her while she charged it up would have been suicide so instead he stepped away, backwards, while still watching her, slowly yet steadily.
P7: Slowly Primo had stood up on the drifting section of ice-land she created, with her arm still raised towards Termo, she continued to take in the elements of the air into her gauntlet.
"Go-web go!" Then shouted the girl while flicking her wrist out towards Termo.
Nothing happaned.
Primo had then frowned while shaking her arm, "Go now?.... Please....?" A very sad look then swept over her expression and she began to sniffle and cry. She then retracted her hand and pointing the palm towards her own face. Her intense eye's glared into the repulsor jet pad.
"What do you mean you don't want to? Stop being a bad snake... Wait... there's a Dragon?!--" Talking up to that point she suddenly thrusted her hand back out towards Termo. "FOR CAMELOT!"
A bizzare cutting sound whipped into the air, and in the next instant a compressed stream of water had shot out of her repulsor glove. It had used the same rules behind ship welding; highly compressed water that is able to slice through sheets of steel. That laser-beam-like projectile of water had whizzed through the air while aiming to pierce through the forehead of the 'Dragon' A.K.A. Termo.
T8: "Go-web go!" The girl had shouted, causing Termo to get in a ready to get out of the way and/or block motion, but nothing was fired. "The fuck?" He thought as she begun to beg it to go, shaking her arm. What the actual fuckery was going on. She was sniffling and crying, he kind of felt bad for the poor woman; but it was not his fault she was full on crack now was it?
"Snake? Dragon?" The heck is she talking about?" He wondered and when she shouted "FOR CUM-A-LOT!" He lost his shit. What kind of crack-whorism was going on there. He had been distracted too much. She has pulled a Juvia on him, firing a water-ish attack capabe of cutting through steel but it moved faster than he could react effectively to dodge it unharmed given the circumstances.
He forced his left leg to move so he could move out of the way but it was too late, he tried but it had been burned badly, nano's weakness being fired it had barely protected his body from it so he was pretty fucked. As he tried to fall on the right the beam had already reached him, cutting cleanly through his whole left arm all the way up from the armpit; severing it from the rest of his body and sending it up the polar bear's dead skullfucked head.
Had it been anybody else, he would be screaming his lungs out right now, crying like a bitch, but Geoffrey was used to pain, not this sort of pain, but he could take tons of pain without crying or snapping. He was calm, as calm as he was serious. His nano quickly covered the wound so he wouldn't suffer from blood loss but the pain was still great.
Had it been anybody else he would have been unleashing all of his ammunition on his adversary right now, but it was Geoffrey, he was beyond such acts of rage. He slowly got back up, defeated as he was, his shotgun's nano rematerializing into his golden desert eagle. He struggled but he managed to walk close to her, assuming that attack had taken its toll on her she shouldn't be firing anything deadly anytime soon.
He aimed his gun towards her forehead, but then lowered it as if he was going to hand it over to her, and he was. "Although I have been bested, I have my pride. Pulling the trigger as it is would also take my own life. My nano would fail to keep up with what is needed to keep my arm from bleeding out and end up dying along with you were this gunshot to kill you. So I ask of you of a favor as a fellow soldier. You may take my life with my own gun, but I would hate to die failing on a mission when everybody is counting on me, so please, go kill your commander." Hell, she was so much on crack right now she might as well listen to him so it was worth a shot, he was fully honest with her anyway, his nano were going to fail him were he to further strain them by pulling the trigger given his serious loss.
P8: Primo had held her left shoulder after firing the water jet-cutter, the intense recoil had even harmed her body that was covered in hard-tapping.
The woman had then sat cross-legged on her little island of ice and looked down at the snow. " . . . . " After a few moments of silence she began to build a snow-castle, and words reached her ears from above.
Termo had been holding a gun out to her and saying something; But Primo could not understand ancient Aztek.
(Fuck... what does he want?) Confused she did the only sensible thing to do in that situation.
*Thump!*
Primo had collpased onto her back, sprawling her limbs out to each side while staring at the sky wide-eyed, she pretended to be asleep.
"ZZZZzZzzZzzz~" Obviously faked attempts at snoring left her lips and she idly laid on the floor, ignoring Termo completely.
However, the Adrenaline had already ran its course.
Her eye's had finally closed, and she fell into an actual sleep. It was as if she didn't have a care in the world.
A soldier wearing a large orange coat then approached those two from behind; He looked kind of nervous but he spoke anyway; "U-uh... I'd hate to interupt... But a 10 meter tall monster slaughtered 97% of the people in the underwater base..." He wrly rose his hand to his head, scratching at the back of his hair. "S-soo..." His words were then suddenly cut off as the tech-suit under his clothes began to move on its own. He began to do the Michael Jackson's thriller dance. It was obvious Primo was controlling his suit.
T9(END): Geoffrey facepalmed so damn hard. Don't ask with which hand unless you are retarded. But of course my good readers, he went and found his severed one and used it to smack his own face, but of course, but of course. Not. Anyway, she was so on crack it was stupid of him to expect she would listen to him - let alone understand what the fuck he was trying to tell her.
She had fallen back and started sleeping, obviously faking it, surprisingly she hadn't created a snow angel already, you know those shit kids make by lying back on the snow outside and moving their hands vertically, yeah, that lame shit. After a while though, she seemed to have actually fallen asleep, perhaps his previous strike had taken its effect really late for some unknown reason.
Then a wild faggot appeared, spoke some bullshit of some water monster fucking the base up and killing 97% percent of them before starting dancing like Michael Jackson in Thriller Dance. I don't even. Then Geoffrey's eyes widened as he noticed two grenade like orbs roll outside of her pockets or whatever the fuck she had them stored in. [MX6-MK 7 "House clear, move on."]
Seeing as she couldn't even comprehend the fuck he was telling her, if she were to set them off 'accidentally' they would all be more fucked than Zesde could ever fuck them up, effortlessly, that is. Oh, you. He quickly grabbed them one by one and threw them back without looking, the first exploded near the commander who was fighting the water monster and the second was swallowed by the dumb shit only to have it explode inside it and fuck it over. Talk about a lucky asshole.
"MISSION COMPLETE" A screen popped up inside his helmet, he was so startled he dematerialized it and as soon as he got up he stroke the other soldier's carotid artery so that he wouldn't do shit once Primo was done controlling him. Now she was passed out having a passed out soldier dance like M.J., weird shit. He called for a pickup, after dematerializing his pistol, but the asshole partner of his responded with. "I can't pick you up 'Golgi' I have orders to let you perish in Antartica after confirming the death of the enemy commander. Nothing personal, but our commander seems to not be fond of your nano, he deemed you as one of those meta-human we have been fighting against since forever. Good luck, you are going to need it."
He was about to leave by himself when he caught a slight glimpse of how peacefully the lunatic girl was sleeping, it reminded him of his friend, the nostalgic idiot. He couldn't just leave her to die from either the cold or whatever the fuck might come there smelling the blood that had been spilt. He moved his arm beneath her back and by maximizing his strength, as he crouched, by removing equal amounts from the rest of his stats he was able to lift her without much of an effort, placing her on his left shoulder, her head and upper torso behind his back, her belly on his shoulder, her legs were where his left arm would have been IF HE HAD ONE ANYMORE!
The passed out dancer followed them, ironically he served as quite the bait as he attracted the predators buying them time to escape as a polar bear nom'd on him, Zesde bless him for his service with your vile girth in the otherworld. After a while Geoffrey had found an igloo, that was safe enough from both predators and the cold. How lucky was he? If you disregard the loss of his arm and the betrayal, not that much really.
He got inside, after letting Primo down and pushing her inside as he crawled underneath it. Was she still sleeping or was she faking it? Then again, nobody ever woke up fast from his carotid artery strikes and considering the shit she injected herself with, it might take a while. After a while the pain from his arm's loss begun to hit him in unbearable ways, seeing as he wasn't pumped up anymore and body had calmed down he could no longer disregard the pain. He tried hard not to groan but he could hardly restrain himself.
He went and lied down on the other side of the igloo as he held his wound with his right hand, he had finally given into fatigue and passed out cold. His nano would continue working on healing his wound but regrowing the arm would take weeks, fully functioning would take months but he would get it back eventually. Priority was to survive, and he had tried hard to.
Paur Demiurge - Colourless Battle
"So the achromatic gloom is on its way here?" Humanity wasn't that dumb, they had realised their weaponry and explosives had no effect on it and employed the services of supernatural beings to protect their towns and cities from said otherwordly disaster. "It's a good thing it moves slowly, however, nothing is left alive in its wake, not even the atmosphere remains the same. Some say it's the anti-Christ, others compare it to the second coming." A lot had been said about Monochrome, and weren't far from the truth to be honest.
The twin engines of the large HsB07 had roared out into the sky like thunder. It had been a large air-craft with a 100-meter wing span. Normally it was a military-grade supersonic bomber that flew at speeds over 7000kkph. The air-craft had no on-board missle counter measures or manueverability; but it could simply out-run any type of missle of aircraft used by the world outside Academy City.-- However, this had been a specially modified bomber meant for the transportation of VIP Personnel.
"Here is a map detailing the damage." Spoke a young woman with long black hair. She had been a level 3 esper, soldier and elite hacket of Academy City-- Primo Victoria.
"So everything in black and white is where 'he' has been, right?" Questioned the woman with red-hair. She had been a level 4 esper named Kurayami.
"Yeah. Our job is to just hold him back until the level 5's can be deployed. Their not exactly easy people to get ahold of, y'know?"
"Yeah, I know. Also, your eye's are so fucking creepy." Spoke Kura in disguist.
"....... Right...." Victoria had nervously averted her eyes in response to that comment. Her eyes had looked like plasma orbs and had been un-blinking.
"I mean you could at least blin- H-huawh? W-wai--" Kura's words were suddenly cut off as the bombing bay to the supersonic bomber was suddenly opened. The mechanical rails of the door had not malfunctioned; nor had the pilot planned to/ or accidentally opened them.
Primo Victoria had opened them.
She had been a Technopathic esper.
It was in that moment when the object of red and black had fell from the sky.
Meanwhile, not too far away, close to the Demiurge, another man had confronted the lunatic deity in hope of buying enough time for his comrade - he was not inside the monochrome, of course.
"Yo, you look pale as a ghost."
In all seriousness, the 'unknown' male had spoken. Much to Paur's surprise, to be seen by a human.
"Oh, so you can see me, mortal? Come to die like the rest, haven't you?" Spoke the deity within the center of the vanguard-monochrome as he continued towards the Academy City, not bothering to turn around to face the other man.
"Die? I don't plan to. I came here to stop you. Tokyo is one of th--- no, it's the biggest city in the world and I can't let your achromatic plague be spread in there!"
"Why must you all throw your lives away like this? Do you not value the vitality you have been gifted by my sibling?"
He did not stop even as he spoke to the other guy, he just continued walking toward the Academy City, closing in to the village - dangerously.
"It is because there are people we want to protect that we choose to put our lives on the line, for their sake." The human calmly spoke to the god as he drew his pistols. "If throwing one's life away is what it takes to save millions..." He raised them and pointed 'em towards the one who considered humankind as nothing more than fuel. "...then so be it!!!" Simplistic, humane, heroic; that had been the resolve of the young man known as Geoffrey Termo - as he pulled the triggers repeatidly. ("Don't fail me now, nano!")
< Unbridled Resolvedness >
|| The many sided clash... [Incursion_Point] ||
A pair of plasma-like eyes had quickly scanned over a large amount of scrolling code. She had been standing in the cargo-bay of a supersonic bomber; but the onboard momentum countermeasures and her magnetic boots had kept her planted onto the steel floor.
Primo had then glanced over at a small clump of matte-black machines; Or Nano to be precise. She had a handfull of them from her encounter with Termo, and had reprogrammed them to ignore the 'master' net-work. In other words, she hijacked a handfull of Nano from Termo, and was using it as a medium to contact him.
(Hey Termo, can you hear me?)
Primo's words had been linked directly to his mind, like a voice in his head. She had been using his nano-network as a medium afterall. Really, it was surprising she didn't blast music in his head.
(Hold him off as long as you can, ETA is 1 minute for reinforcements!)
The supersonic bomber had then looped back, taking a wide turn due to its speed of 7000kph.
"Fox one!" Shouted Primo as several black-boxes fell out of the large HsB07. The size of each box had been 2 x 1 meters each, and they had looked like black coffins. There had been about six of them in total, and they had alit like rockets. Those "rockets" had soared through the sky at an unimaginable speed; aiming somewhere behind Termo.
(The 'packages' are out; I'll be on my way i- Huh?)
Suddenly the entire supersonic bomber had shaken as if it hut major turbulance.
The synthesised voice of a young woman had then spoken, "Hull breached, major malfunction... Core status red..."
?!
Confused Primo had glanced at a wall of the aircraft. Using her ability; she had known exactly where the breach was.
Like a pin through paper; Kurayami had fell through the supersonic bomber....
What was the chances of that?
Primo had known exactly what was to come next.
That technological soldier had jumped out of the bay-door and as she did the plane behind her had engulfed in a blaze of brilliant orange flames.
Kurayami had grinned while mumbling to herself; "That's Karma for you, bitch."
But her victory did not last long.
The earth had shook violently as Kurayami's body struck the concrete floor. She had been an object with a weight of nearly 1,000 kg. A large crater 20-meter had gouged out the asphalt, and in the center of it all had been a certain level 4 esper.
Kurayami had slowly stood up wile brushing back the crimson hair from her face, "It's a really good thing I quick saved." Idly commented the girl who had just struck the ground without any type of parachute or assistance. But, she was not unscathed. Although she looked to be unharmed... There had been segmented plates along her skin with cracks running between them, and slowly a lava-like liquid had seeped out of the cracks. The plates had then fell to the floor with drops of her 'blood' and as it did the blood had melted through the asphalt. That had been her external armor; The thin plates of 'earth' coating her entire body; that had been her defence.
Primo on the other hand had caught herself mid-fall, by using the thrusters along the special type of boots and gloves she had currently been wearing, "That bitch...!" Cursed the un-blinking techno-sage. "I'll get her back...."
"Futile..." The Demiurge's lunatic voice echoed inside the monochrome as pressure was applied on the nano bullets fired by Termo's pistols; most of them hit the floor before reaching the demiurge who did nothing but harden the part of his body, where they would hit - easily guessed with the use of echolocation-like passive ability of his while inside the monochromatic world. - barely getting tickled considering their force had been greatly reduced by the time they had landed on the deity's body.
("Fuck me, I can't even get his attention.") Termo cussed himself underneath his breath as his nanosuit materialized on his body. ("It's worth a try!") It was morphing time. Since not even his nano-ammunition could get through to Paur, Termo decided to risk it and step inside. The lack of oxygen wasn't going to be a problem, thanks to his nano-helmet's rebreather unit's supply of oxygen; nevertheless, that was suicide for a human.
Surprisingly, the nano could not be penetrated by the monochrome and Termo's body was safe seeing as some of them imploded, releasing their special anti-weaboo-ness and by keeping it inbetween themselves, in order to prevent getting 'infected' by the otherwordly divine radiation, were able to keep their master safe; crafty little fuckers' sacrifice weren't in vain. Not even the monochrome's pressure could get to him, as it had to Kuro, just because it couldn't penetrate his defenses Termo could move almost freely inside it.
"Wether you are a prodigy or not I couldn't care less. My power far exceeds yours and even without my radiation I could kill you any moment I chose too so I wouldn't suggest you trying to get in my w---" The Demiurge was cut off as he was punched on his right cheek, sent skidding on the ground almost all the way outside of his monochrome. "You better look at me when you are talking to me!" Had Termo just lost a few brain cells or not? Yeah, he had raised his strength to 200/100 by dropping the other 4 'main stats' of his to 30/100 (endurance and speed) and 20/100 (dexterity and intelligence) out of their original 60/100; thus efficiently doubling his MAXIMUM striking power to the point even the god had felt it.
Paur had certainly looked pissed off as he got back up though, a filthy human to lay hands on a god like him was uncalled for and he was planning on cutting them off (Termo's hands) as he reached for his 'Sword of Monochrome' with his right hand; such were the malicious thoughts that run through the Demiurge's unsound mind - one thing was certain, senpai had noticed Termo-kohai...
|| Welcome to the concrete Jungle. [City_Kids.] ||
A series of small explosions had rang out behind Termo as his fist struck God. [Demiruge]
But, it had not been an after-effect of his strike...
*Pffssshhwwaaa~* A sound like water being poured onto a hot pot had hissed behind him, creating a light veil of white steam.
There had been six cylindrical objects that had looked like coffins. They had been fired from the HsB07 just a few moments before, and struck the ground with intense force, yet had seemed indifferenced. The doors had then slowly opened, letting out more steam as the figurres of 'soldiers' stepped out and into the world.
"....." Silently they had stepped out of their coffins and into the crater. Their outfits had made them look like bikers wearing body-suits. Their helmets had been blasted back, making their heads look alien-esque.
Five of them had been holding odd-looking black assault rifles that had a bayonet fix on them that looked like the blade of a Katana. Furthermore there had not been clips in their rifles, and the guns had seemed to be just a part of their hands.
The sixth soldier had stayed near the coffin, crossing his arms while moving his fingers like a puppeteer.
The five soldiers had moved in unision, baring their rifles and 'gliding' into the monochrome several meters behind Termo. They had moved using blades at the end of their feet that had looked like roller-blades.
But, the most disturbing thing of all....
They had been completely unhindered by the monochrome world.
The Demiruge would recognize this substance.....
Black-Matter.
(Termo, the soldier's are at your aid now. I've hooked up your nano to their 'Queen' (The sixth soldier) and you can use it as a relay to control the soldier's, you'll find them.... quite stubborn.~) That had been a telepathic message sent from Primo Victoria to Termo, but whatever did she mean by... stubborn?
Primo Victoria had landed upon a certain bill-board over a high-way, she had been about 200 meters away from Termo and the soldier's. Yet, she had still saw their battle in great detail. She didn't have the acute eye-sight of an eagle, or telescopic eyes, but she was able to relay the information through the soldiers 'eyes' to her own vision as simple as watching a video; and as if to add onto it even more, she could watch all of the 'monitors' at once.
One of the Black-matter soldier's behind Termo had then lightly smacked his ass while stepping up besides him, (Damn, nice punch T-chan.) In essence, the soldier's where bio-weapons; making them a mix of biology and technology, it was that technology aspect that had allowed Primo to 'hack' into their bodies and control the movement of their nerves.
The other four soldier's had then struck poses along-side Termo while glaring at the God who had prepared his sword.
They had all been indifferenced by his monochrome, quite stubborn enemies indeed; and if not, at least annoying.
The Demiurge was about to get his 'sword' close and personal with Termo when he noticed the appearance of 6 soldiers made of a substance that had haunted him for longer than he could remember. ("Is that... black-matter?") He wondered and as five of them stepped inside he had no doubts anymore, it really was the same substance that had resisted his monochrome longer than any other had managed to do so in the past.
His yin and yang eyes widened and that timing was almost simultaneous with the slapping of Termo's butt by one of the fag--- black matter soldiers. "...Gay..." The Demiurge mumbled and before even that single word had escaped his lips he had stuck his free (left) hand forward and just as fast fired one tiny beam (of enhanced Monochrome) from each finger's tip that should have made contact with the chests of the soldiers at the same time the word the deity spoke would have reached Termo's and theirs ear drums - if they had any - before they were even finished with their gay poses.
Guessing from his altercation with their real queen he knew that was probably not going to kill them however getting inside them should be all he needs to show those mockeries - of both his and Kuro's power - what happens when they try to bite on more than they can chew. ("Where is she? What did they do to her?") Were some of the loony deity's thoughts, whose lunatic laugher had not been heard ever since parting with the esper of black.
("...") Termo had been left speechless and quite frakly that buttslap had distracted him more than it should have had. If one of Paur's 'supersonic-ish' beams had been aimed at him he would probably either be dead or have a tiny hole on his body somewhere. Regardless, the attack had been made so fast even if he were focused it was VERY doubtful wether he could have had them dodge the beams SOMEHOW - but that did not mean they couldn't block them.
Termo dashed forward, taking advantage of the situation - hoping the Demiurge wouldn't react fast enough after having performed such an attack - and once close to the deity he raised his left arm and tried to bring its fist straight up his achromatic face... however... instead of going towards Paur's face, the fist - the whole damn arm up to the armpit - was sent flying past him as Termo had made that forward movement with it the Demiurge had flicked his right hand faster than the strength-focused Termo could keep up with and thus severed his whole arm (using his sword) with perfect timing.
The one-armed Termo fell on his knees - not from the pain - but from the pressure the enhanced monochrome 'caused to him since it'd finally managed to affect him by getting inside. Sure, his nano could protect his organism from decaying but given said wound they could not prevent the Demiurge from applying pressure instead. He was on four now, struggling to keep his head up - a position very well known to Zesde's victims, dare I add.
Yet the suffering was just getting started... As if he were nothing but an insect - just like Paur deemed humans - the Demiurge had forcefully stomped on Termo's back, who could do nothing but cough out blood in response... close to losing consciousness. The (meta)human felt his back cracking as his belly hit the monochromatic ground with great force SO even 'THAT' spot hurt.
"Try to interfere and I'll disembowel this man... decapitate and feed his guts to his severed head."
The Demiurge wasn't kidding, and even if they had tried to interfere the monochrome around them had been enhanced by his sword and was ready to solidify and harden it in order to prevent interference, if necessary. Termo wasn't responding, was he dead? Probably not. But a human can handle such pressure only for a limited amount of time and the severed arm wasn't making things any easier for his nano either. The ground on his left had been painted red already, its colour retained thanks to the nano within preventing its 'decolourisation'.
"Tell me where the black-matter girl is... and I might let this fool live." Calmly spoke the Demiurge, his voice showing no sign of his lunacy; he was dead serious.
An eerie and incomprehensible sound had tore into the atmosphere of the monochrome world as the numerous soldiers of Black-matter had tiny holes punched through their bodies like Zesde when he can't find a hole and decides to make his own.
However, they had not recoiled in the slightest, nor had they shown any hint of distress.
The holes in the soldiers bodies had then closed up from the inside-out, pushing out any of the enhanced monochrome. The monochrome had reacted in a way that was like water on a water-proof surface, simply rolling out of the wounds and dripping onto the black and white floor.
The Black-matter had compensated and evolved a counter for his enhanced monochrome. Like a vaccine shot, the black-matter had remembered the substance from the fight between Kuro and Paur; and has now changed its other-worldly and non-existent properties to compensate for Monochrome, enhanced or not.
The moment the last of the monochrome left the soldier's bodies, they had all rose their rifles at Paur, aiming for his heart.
"You really are an idiot, huh?" Spoke the lead soldier in an unfamilar voice. It may have thrown the Demiurge off a bit to hear a different voice coming from the Black-matter; It would not be Kuro's voice, as it was Primo Victoria's voice.
"If his death will mean stopping you here, then let him become a martyre!" Those had been the cold-blooded words of the level 4 technopathic esper, Primo Victoria.
*Fff---OOOH!* Suddenly a volly of barbed black-matter spikes had left the rifles of the soldier's, each of them about 0.3 meters long, and aiming for specific parts of the Demiurge: Both elbows, knees, and his tongue.
Despite the situation and how fucked he was, Termo actually smiled - wait, has he even ever smiled before? Too bad nobody could see it. - as he heard his comrade's words, they had been just what he had hoped for. Paur shook his head in dismay at Primo's answer and as the rifles fired their spikes, the enhanced monochrome inbetween them (a meter in front of him, more or less) solidified and prevented them from moving further. Now if they had Kuro's shitloads of energies they could have probably broken through but like that they were even; a stalemate with no effects or whatsoever.
*Stomping intensifies, insert screams of Termo getting roflstomped here.* Enhanced monochrome had begun to circulate around Paur's right hand's index finger as he pointed it towards the leading figure of the black-matter soldiers. He really was stupid, wasn't he? Or maybe not. Once fully charged, its speed upon being fired was going to rival a railgun yet it didn't matter since the black-matter was now immune to his monochrome. (Kurayami: Metagaming lol-u-med-fgt?)
Surprisingly, his finger was suddenly aimed elsewhere towards a certain billboard. "Don't bl---" He was about to fire it but something had cut him off. Next thing you know, both him and Termo were outside of the monochrome, lying on the ground several meters away from each other, however, the immediate-one (not the remnants) had been solidified and begun shrinking so the soldiers inside would be erased from existence along with it - if they couldn't break through it SOMEHOW. What the fuck had happened?
< A few seconds earlier >
("Thanks.") Termo had finally responsed to Primo. He was grateful for how she had handled the situation even though it did not work and just worsened his position. ("This pain, the severed arm, it reminded me of the past; of who I vowed to not let die like their predecessor.")
He had begun to stand back up, but Paur hadn't noticed, he wasn't expecting it. And as if Termo knew what the lunatic deity was about to do, his right fist uppercut Paur with 300% (3 times his maximum strength) and momentarily stunned him as he was sent flying sky-high, as if it were DBZ, before landing on the ground outside of his world.
With the last bits of his energy, Termo made two steps forward before crushing on the earthen ground, knees first, then face; all of which bled and were damaged badly just by that fall - went to show how fucked he was. The ground would soon be painted red as well, but he would much rather die in the world he lived in than Paur's achromatic one.
"Is this what they call, human resolve?" The Demiurge wondered as he got back up. "Such self-sacrifice is despicable." Futile as it may have seemed, it did throw him out of his monochrome and was going to slow him down more than it should. Paur was definitely annoyed and planned on finishing Termo off first instead, since he asked for it so nicely, twice, with his right fist.
A bead of sweat had ran down Primo's forhead as Paur aimed to snipe the pornographic bill-board she was standing on.
However....
(Thanks...) Spoke the girl to Termo via telepathy; She had deemed him expendable, and he had bothered to save her. Primo Victoria would always repay a debt; be it bitch slapping Kurayami for breaking the jet, or aiding Termo for his heroic resolve.
In the monochrome....
The five soldier's of black-matter had wilted to nothing as the monochrome closed; they had not left a single cell behind as they turned into a black-dust, sparkling within the monochrome until fading into nothing.
The sixth monochrome soldier that had looked like a puppeteer had then made its move.
(It's my turn now...!)
*Kcghh... Bbbb...BZZZTTT!!!!!!!!!*
The sixth soldier had slid across the ground, tackling Termo from behind. However he had not thrusted his girth up Termo's ass; the Black-matter soldier had broke like waves on rocks, and the black substance had poured into Termo's wounds.
But, this was not the worst of the ordeal....
Electricity would assault every inch of Termo's body from head to toe; The nano and Black-matter had been splicing together, complementing each other they had re-grown his arm, and further augmented his abilities.
His new Black-matter arm would then slap himself on the ass, and as it did a picture of Primo winking next to a bill-board picture of 'Zesde x Arch-Demon: The 2nd cumming of the Vile-Girth, only on pay-per-view!'
Wait, was Primo coming onto him with such a sketchy picture and the constant slapping of his ass?
Control of his Black-matter arm had then returned to himself, and Primo would no longer be able to slap his ass...
Er, for now.
*Beat, beat, beeeeeeeeep.* Termo's heart had performed its final beats and he could see the light now. Zesde was waiting for him on the other side, he was blessing an arch-demon with his vile girth--- OH LAWD! Suddenly, he had been shocked AWHOLE back to life, his nano found the electricity as steroids and that would further explain how easily he was healed when the black-matter poured inside him, stimulating the nanobrain etc. They multiplied even faster than Jueki was impregnating those bitches back at the village.
Long story short, he went super saiyan 2, his haired were spiking up with electricity sparks around them and all over his body--- if only he were blonde... His strength remained at 300% and the rest rose to 100% themselves. He could raise them even further thanks to the black-matter and the nano increase that compensated for their rise instead of each other stat's reduction. And as his ass was slapped with his regrown arm, Termo jumped back up suddenly and winked towards Demiurge but that was meant to be towards Primo. Er, Kuro's whore-ish black matter was probably getting to him, bad considering nano-senses-stimulation.
"Fag---" The Demiurge tried to speak but once again was cut off as he got kneed on the crotch and elbowed on the back of his neck so hard any normal person would have died from the pain. As his body was falling on the ground, Termo, who had obviously dashed closer to the Demiurge with inhuman speed, pulled a Hwoarang on him after throwing him upwards and fucked him up by kicking him repeatidly on the face in mid-air. His nano were actually preventing the Demiurge from falling and/or going anywhere or trying anything. Along with black-matter the monochrome (especially outside of his world) couldn't light a candle up to the nano.
As he was kicking him he was gathering more and more strength on his right fist and as he stopped the onslaught of kicks, and the Demiurge was falling down, Paur was greeted by Termo's right fist for a third and final time. Said uppercut-punch connected with the power of a rape-deprived Zesde and not only sent Paur flying to the stratosphere but also knocked all of his teeth out and even his eyeballs almost popped out. ("Is it over?") Termo wondered, as he checked himself out, he had given up his humanity once again, to save the world; quite frankly, he would do anything for the sake of humanity, as showed by his unbridled resolve.
Looking up towards the sky, as Paur zoomed out past the clouds, Termo thought he was done for and turned around, giving Primo a thumbs up ~v with his right hand whilst his left one slapped his ass (BETTER BE FOR A THIRD AND FINAL TIME, TOO) resulting in a Kuro-cheeky grin; yet eyes full of gratefulness, as he had died and was brought back by his trusted comrade, who had deemed him as expendable earlier because the situation called for it. That was how the trust in that line of work is, you could take a bullet for someone else yet not hesitate to sacrifice them, if it can't be helped, for the greater good.
Meanwhile, back at the village, Jueki was getting Zesty and Max was being trolled by Kura, his pleas to free him had no effects on her or whatsoever. Real question is, where fuck is Kuro? Oh, obviously Paur plans on being the one to laugh last.
.......
An ill-boding sensation had suddenly ran up Termo's spine after giving Primo a thumbs-up.
Accompanying that feeling had been a cynical voice that held an air of mischief and ill-intent,
(Oh? What is this... A seperate network from my own? Interesting~☆)
That voice was in no way Primo's...!
At the same time....
Primo had felt like something she had seen had vanished; this was because she could no longer see through Termo's eyes; She had lost the ability to see through his sight, and this caused a feeling of worry to sweep over her face, "H-huh? I lost control of the Black-matter... Wait... That can't mean...?!"
Several meters beyond the clouds, Paur was in no way done for. With his "Sword of Monochrome" still within his right hand's grip he proceeded in firing a medium-sized beam/ray of enhanced monochrome that on contact with the clouds evaporated into gas that suffused them with monochrome; especially being storm clouds, that already resembled monochrome in a way, made the decolourisation process almost 'invisible' - if you know what I mean. He emptied all of his SWORD'S load on the clouds, my fucking gawd he bukkaked them.
Gaseous monochrome spread around, covering the clouds; the storm that was about to rain cats and dogs on the city of Tokyo and the surrounding vicinity was used as lightning fuel for it as it aided in the convertion of its own clouds into monochromatic ones, just as the sun rays did by providing the monochrome with heat to absorb. Monochromatic cloud is a creation of a solid mass consisting of frozen crystals made of water and/or various chemicals, suspended in the atmosphere above the surface of a planetary body which has been affected by the monochrome's power.
Whatever the case, the monochromatic clouds' multifarious frozen crystals had already started liquefying, pouring down his special monochromatic rain, affecting everything in a vertical linear, further fueling the demiurge. On contact with the ground, half of the monochrome rain would seep underneath the soil, affecting anything underground, whilst the rest evaporated into gas that spread around like a fog; changing the colour of everything it contaminated as the Demiurge moved from cloud to cloud for apparent reasons while awaiting to see the effects of his monochromatic rain. His barrier may had been 'destroyed' but his last resort bomb (he used decolourisation bomb and sword awhole to affect clouds so much) had brought it back and being inside his monochromatic clouds had causes its span to be raised up to its maximum capacity as the rain fell further fueling the demiurge. The city would be pretty soon drained (within a few hours) of whatever it had to offer as the clouds infection spread and so did the rain's affecting the entire town within minutes... err too op, make it hours.
The monochromatic rain crashing down on the ground like spikes with such gravitational force it could eventually pummel through buildings after cracking the walls in an intense shower, more like extremely durable hailstorm, of the demiurge's true show of strength. He struggled to restrain himself from bursting into extremely loud lunatic laugher, he wanted to see them all suffer before he had the last laugh for sure - which would ironically kill them all.
|| The next level. [5] ||
The Black-matter broke away from the nano inside Termo's body, and begun to all concentrate along his right arm. It hadn't been that his body rejected the Black-matter; It was more like the Black-matter rejected his body.
"Kukukuku~" Laughed his arm as it suddenly tore away from his body, falling onto the floor like wax in the sun, it had begun to bubble and soon a girl had emerged from the liquid in a manner that had defied physics.
She had been a girl with pale-skin that held a purple hue, long black hair and onyx eyes, "Oh? This again~♥" She had completely dismissed Termo, looking over him. Her eye's had narrowed onto the monochrome world as she placed a hand on her hip.
Kuro had then frowned while looking down at her body. She had been wearing a festive black Kimono; "I was having so much fun at the Ichiranasai too~☺"
Between Academy City and the monochrome.... (3 kilometers away)
An orange object had manuevered through Tokyo at a blurring speed, passing cars and creating torrents of pressured air where people were unable to breath for a few moments.
"HAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Screamed the hot-blooded voice while closing in on the monochrome at a relatively high speed....
At Academy City....
A rather dull-looking highschool student had let out a sigh while glaring at the sky.
The clouds in the distance had been raining, and slowly each cloud had been infected; heading towards Academy City.
"Oh come on.. todays forcast was sunny..." complained the boy while scratching as his short unkept hair.
*Swoosh!*
He then suddenly thrusted his hand off to the side, and as he did all the clouds between the monochrome and Academy City had completely disapeared.
An esper.
"I wasn't going to bother with that text; but you made it personal by fucking with the forcast..."
Those were the words of that dull-looking high-school boy.
No one would think it, but he had been the sixth level 5 esper....!
Inside Academy City...
A girl had lightly tossed her cell-phone across her apartment while scowling, "How retarded." Mumbled her delicate lips as she lazily rolled over onto her couch.
And with that, the cities strongest esper had ignored the call to arms.
Near the monochrome....
The sun-light over Kurayami had intensified as the clouds cleared over her head.
However, a frown painted over her face. The area 50 meters in front of her had been raining, creating a very odd scene. One side was dry and sunny, and the other was gloomy and in black and white. It was something that seemed out of a hollywood SF-flick.
"Interesting..." Mumbled the crimson-haired girl while tapping her hand against the concrete block that max had been bound to, "Oh. I should mention, Diyu is kind of like his cum; so you might not want to touch it.." Trolled the girl as the snapped her hand, and as she did the entire block of concrete had shot forward, flying into the monochrome.
She was using Max to test the 'water.' Like a crash-test dummy she threw him into the monochrome, and then would asses the damages.
What a bitch.
A bit away from Kurayami and Max...
"This is troublesome..."
Primo had retreated about 300 meters away from the monochrome, yet still felt a bit un-safe.
(Termo.. Is your ass even alive?) Asked the girl while trying to contact his nano.
Unimaginable pain overtook Termo's body as the black-matter rejected him - not even friendzoned, the slut - leaving his wounds to reopen and his nano struggling to cover everything. But his concern was not about himself, but his comrade, his eyes set on her previous location but she was gone. Had she been monochromed? Termo quickly disregarded such thoughts as he heard her voice. His stats had returned back to 60/100 all after black-matter left his body but he removed an equal amount of them to add on to his speed so he could get away in time before the rain could hit him.
The one-armed soldier was standing on the pornographic bill-board before long, the monochrome raining down on him was cock-blocked by the nano, but couldn't keep it up for long; he easily spotted Primo from up there (nano-link and all) and rushed to her position. He knew that if the monochrome got to her his nano wouldn't be able to protect her for long but if they combined theirs they could proly do something to help the situation. Hardest part is, no idea where the fuck exactly the demiurge is.
Inside the monochrome....
Kuro had glanced around the monochrome while standing under the hail-storm of spikes that poured from the sky like a volly of arrows.
"Now where is he~☆" Hummed out the Black-matter slut as she glanced around the black and white world.
Outside the monochrome...
Kurayami had picked up Jukei's sword; but she did not use it as a weapon. She had looked up at the sky while opening her mouth, and as she did she placed the tip of the sword on her tongue, swallowing it like a cirucs performer.
*Burp~*
Flames had flared from her lips as she flicked her hair back and glanced over at Makismos, "Yo. Welcome back."
So nonchalant!!
Inside the monochrome....
"I GOT YOU!!!!!!!--- AMAZING, UNRELENTING, SPONTANEOUS-ASSAULT................-BREAK!"
A hand had grabbed Kuro's face, and suddenly her torso tore from her lower hald and took flight, being thrown like a fast-ball!
Numerous sounds rang out as her torso crashed through the air, slamming through monochrome rain until coming to a stand still against a wall.
An enigma of orange had stood in the black and white world while clenching her fist.
"You're showing some sickly guts..." Commented the orange girl while frowning.
"The 7th?~✪" Spoke a voice from the remaning Black-matter.
Only Kuro's lower half had been present, but suddenly a series of wire-like Black-matter had tore from her body like a wire-frame being threaded together. Her body had formed once more upon that frame, seeming as if nothing had happaned at all.
The girl of orange had then fearlessly grinned while cracking her knuckles, "Y'know, you shouldn't cause such problems. You are the 2nd strongest level 5 esper, and it ruins all of our names when you paint the world black and white."
She completely mis-interpreted the situation!!
Outside the monochrome....
The sound of foot-steps had rang out behind Kurayami, she had turned to glance at who it was, and for a moment her eyes had saw a high-school boy with black unkept hair, however....
".... Gckh...?!" The oxygen had been ripped from her throat and she fell to the ground.
"If you like oxygen, explain the situation." Demanded the high-school boy while snapping his fingers, and as he did the oxygen had returned to Kurayami's lungs.
The crimson haired girl had instinctively clutched at her neck while slowly sitting up and looking at the boy. (Who the hell is this guy?)
"Well?" Once more demanded the high-school boy while threatening to snap his fingers.
"You're an esper, aren't you?" Spoke Kurayami while slowly standing to her feet.
"I'm the one asking the questions."
*SWOOOSH!* Oxygen once more left Kurayami's lungs as she droped to the floor like a bag of bricks.
The boy had then directed his brown gaze to Makismos, "You. Tell me the situation, now."
Somewhere else....
Primo had frowned while glancing over Termo's wounds, "You need first-aid, now!" Depite considering him expendable; she would prefer to fix him if possible. It was difficult to find good help afterall.
"It looks like the fight is out of our hands.... The level 5's are here..."
Paur Demiurge was just enjoying everyone's struggle against his Monochromatic Rain, hidden somewhere above the Monochromatic Clouds that made it even harder to spot him - given the distance and the camouflage he had in his Monochromatic World. He was getting ready to burst into lunatic laugher so loud that the monochromed part of Tokyo might as well be leveled in one go when he releases said 'Ballistic Scream' level sound attack. If only he had noticed Kuro, perhaps he wouldn't resort to such a deadly attack but given his rage he could not clearly tell who was in his world; especially since they weren't within his immediate vicinity.
Maksimos looked down at the boy that ordered him to explain something himself had no idea about. "If I knew what was going on I would be working on stopping it." That was all that he told him as he struggled to hold back his dragonic part and evil side from taking control, going (uncontrolled) full dragon-rape mode at the time wouldn't be the best for the villagers that still needed help getting further away from the monochrome. "All I know is it eats your energy and then your vitality. I felt that thing trying to reap my life out as if it were a reaper." He added on to make sure the boy doesn't try shit thinking Max is hiding stuff from him or whatsoever; since he had been in it and all he could and did notice something so he let the esper know.
As for Termo, he asked something shocking out of Primo. "Just shock me." He should have been more detailed, god knows what the crazy bitch thought he meant. He was too focused on the monochromatic plague spreading all around them to pay any much more heed to her anyway. He was calm, she seemed concerned about him but he showed no distress in his words hoping to calm her down; in a way.
"Hold onto these, and don't let go." Despite her words, Primo had been currently taping two metal poles to Termo's hand with duct tape.
He didn't really have a choice to let go or not.
That dangerous level 3 esper had then attached an odd metallic object to a large wind-turbine's base. Normally electricity was created by these tubines and sent out; but the fact that it sent it out, meant that it was connected to the place where electricity was stored. With that logic Primo had placed her hand on the base of the wind-tubine while glaring at it with her plasma-like eyes. She was going to send a command to the network to focus the city's entire power reserve upon this wind-turbine.
The wires stringing between the metal poles in Termo's hands and the metallic object had slowly begun to glow red as Primo prepared to feed the city's entire electrical reserve into Termo's hands.
What an evil, cunning, bitch.
The wind-turbine had been reduced to a pile of black-crisp ash and molten hot metal. It had looked like a bomb detonated there, and slowly a girl stood up from under a pile of debris. Her hair had been blasted back like a mad scientist and the front half of her body had been covered in a comical coat of black ash, "Now where is Frankenstein?" Questioned the girl as her unblinking eyes glanced around the area in search of Termo who just had an entire bukkake of electricity enter his body. [Several Trillion-volts to be exact.]
Termo had a bad feeling about what Primo was about to do, but dangerous or not her ideas tend[ed] to work pretty damn well so it was worth the risk - in his opinion, not that it mattered anyway. What he didn't know was that he was about to get a big shock; ambiguous words for the win, both meanings, literally. He was pretty exhausted and was starting to get tunnel-vision so didn't quite see what she was doing - completely oblivious to what he was about to get; zillion-volts, such an indefinable amount of electricity he was about to get, yet he had no choice or say in it.
*KA-BOOM* As if he had just been bombarded by trillions of shock grenades Termo's body got shocked unimaginably much to the point almost anybody else could have died but not the nano-hero. As if they were Popeye consuming tons of spinach the nano felt like god in their domain, multiplying like crazy so fast that Termo didn't even realise how quickly his wounds had healed and in no time at all his lost arm had been replaced with a totally healed one, a completely new one, and felt like he had never suffered any injury/damage to begin with.
After pushing debris aside and getting back up, the first thing Termo noticed was Primo looking like a crazy-scientist instead of his regrown arm; which he hadn't used to push the debris aside, just did with his other one. In fact, he was several times stronger than when he arrived (them stats are balls to the wall right now) and his nano numbered so many he shared some (like some million if not billion) with Primo because he couldn't fucking control them all and make sure they don't go vagabond on him.
Latter part was done after approaching her from behind, patting her gently on the back, twice, as if he was telling her 'Good job partner' while sharing tons of nano with her. They feasted on the ash on the front half of her body only to multiply even further whilst Termo slowly run his right hand down her messy hair so as to get them back straight as they used to be with the addition of even more nano in order to clean them up and multiply EVEN further etc - although, to anybody else, it would have seemed as if he were hitting on her; despite looking up toward the sky instead of her body.
The silent soldier was about to start speaking as his arm was running down her back, right after her hair. Being on her left side, he quickly turned her around to face him as he hastingly placed his right leg inbetween hers. "Sorry." He talked with a serious tone in his calm voice as he placed his hand underneath the back of her head whilst the rest of the arm (along with airborne nano) kept her body from falling seeing as Termo had proceeded in swiftly leaning her backwards toward his left side followed by his own whole upper body, covering hers - whilst his right leg was used to trip hers (in a way) making sure Primo could not resist said 'assault' seeing as she should have lost her balance. Pretty sure Termo was much stronger than her, anyway, especially considering this recent electricity-steroids-boost.
A great number of monochromic hailing had just crash-landed on the spot right next to them - where Primo used to stand. "I couldn't risk it." Termo wasn't sure wether Primo could see energy so instead of warning her he took it on to him to help her avoid it - in a rather inappropriate way, seeming like a sexual assault. All the while his nano had created an anti-monochrome field, several inches around her body, acting like his own nanosuit did as said suit's helmet dematerialized back to numerous nano - momentarily. "Because I love you"
All of a sudden, silence suffused the small 'room' within the nano as their faces were just inches away from each others, their lips just as far apart like they were in that jet that buttraped Eden and made Tokath butthurt for not managing to cut it in half. Although Termo's mouth continued moving, as if he were speaking, no sound was heard until he had closed his eyes for around a minute. Was he about to make out with Primo? One would have thought given their current position and what he had just told her as well as moving his face closer to hers, bringing their lips millimeters apart before stopping - actually managing to prevent himself from kissing her.
He was in fact focusing on manipulating the nano inside his throat to get the fuck off his vocal chords (nano-trolling strikes again) so he could finish his sentence without interruptions; whilst also struggling to take control of them before his forehead collided with Primo's and he hadn't even realised their lips were about to touch each others' too - that just showed how he was seeing the whole situation, as serious as it could get, while the nano were being little horny fuck-devils. "(Because I love you)r enigmatic eyes that just captivate my own... it's as if mine are electromagnetic fields responding to your electrically conductive plasma-like gaze... the feeling I get when we exchange glances... it's beyond my human comprehension!!!"
That speech would have probably got Kuro wet already and Kurayami facepalming, since she didn't like Primo's eyes, however it wasn't meant to be a love confession but a formal statement, fearing that he may die and not get the chance to tell her, admitting that he was attracted to her plasma-like eyes and had wanted to take a REALLY closer look into them for a while. "...it's gotta have something to do with my nano and their love for electricity." And just like that, he moved his head away from hers, helping her stand back up to his right side as the nano raised their bodies back to a perfectly straight stature.
"If you can't see his power then I can't leave you alone... I would hate to see the 'plasma' in your eyes die out." And without much effort, he used thousands, if not millions of his countless nano (on steroids) to create an anti-monochrome (road-like) roof above their heads as he extended his left arm towards the others - the road-like roof also extended all the way to them (Kura, Max etc.) and covered their heads as well (being a good 5 meters above the ground, it could have covered even Zesty-dono.) protecting everybody from the onslaught of monochromatic hailing and keeping the radiation away from them.
"Go help them out." He urged her to follow the path below his nano (through the monochrome) as he gently pushed her forward with his right hand, which he had yet to move away from her back. "The villagers might still need help evacuating." Feeling like one of those bullshit-anime heroes that get their random nakama-boosts (*cough* Erza *cough* AndSoManyMore) and having a lot of nano he would have to get rid off he used them as a mini magical carpet (Kurayaki: Copeefakit - Geo: Shut up, not literally, fat ass.) underneath each foot so as to help himself fly upwards into the monochromatic sky; unnafected by the monochrome just like before, thanks to his nanosuit anti-bs-related-hax. "They need your help more than me, you assisted me more than enough already. Gotta go show that crazy god my peerless resolve, once again." And just like that, Termo had boosted off into the sky as soon as his helmet had re-materialized around his head, right after throwing Primo a thumb up and a confident wink.
It was like flying a jet, only much easier since it were his own body. He easily manuevered himself past numerous monochromatic constructs - either dodging ot blocking some of them with his nano as he pierced the 'heavens' before he had even realised it; his maximum speed had increased to supersonic levels, after all, he was way beyond the clouds. Superman Termo used his enhanced nano-vision and easily spotted the source of all this otherwordly-divine weaboo-ish radiation; Paur Demiurge, the god of the Monochromatic World.
"Again, you can see me?" Paur was amused by this human, he was considering letting him live, if he did not push him too much, but Termo was thinking nothing else than killing this achromatic plague-spreading bastard. From Paur's point of view Termo was like a saiyan, you take them down without finishing them off then they are just gonna come back stronger at you, without even training or anything; crazy zenkai-boost bs bruh. Termo neither nodded nor spoke back to the Demiurge as he flew further into the stratosphere closer to the lunatic deity. As for Paur's voice it wasn't manipulated to increase in volume and lethality the further away it travelled from him so the rest were safe since they wouldn't even hear him; he was planning on having his lunatic laugher be the last they ever heard, after all.
"Entertain me as much as you c--" Paur was cut off as Termo's speed rose unexpectidly and his right fist made contact with the deity's mouth, knocking some of his recreated teeth out. Enraged Paur tried to punch Termo back but by the time he had extended his fist forward Termo's right knee had kissed Paur's left side making his fist miss, followed by his left knee landing on the other side of the Demiurge. Nevertheless, the god was barely phased by physical contact and quickly recovered from said assault and decided to show his true might to the ignorant human seeing as unless he did he would be outclassed.
Termo had tried getting behind him and Paur made it seem as if he couldn't keep up with him but as Termo had tried punching him on the back it was his own chin that got uppercut (for a chance) sending the human flying followed by numerous monochromatic spikes crashing on his back, thus sending him flying even higher - all the way to the stratopause. Termo struggled to recover as he coughed out blood before quickly regaining his balance in mid-air, not wanting to allow Paur to follow up with sword slashes or anything, but much to his luck the cocky demiurge hadn't moved an inch from his position.
"This just makes things easier for me." Termo thought, seeing Paur standing firm gave him an idea. He dashed down at him with even greater speed, the gravitational pull helping him in said increase, but Paur easily blocked every single kick Termo threw at him with just one hand whilst with his other one he scratched his own crotch all bored, unamused and shit. ("Is he toying with me!?") Termo was annoyed, worried and slightly irritated but continued his failed attempts to hit the demiurge by moving all around his body only to get each and every single strike blocked, effeciently, with just one fucking hand.
"May I fight back now?" The Demiurge asked, but it was more intended as a taunt than a request, which Termo reponded to by extending both arms forward and raising each hand's middle finger; several meters away from the crazy god. Paur chuckled at the human's audacity but little bit did he know how fucked he were as Termo had not been trying to hit him and failed purposely for naught. He had realised his hits barely even damaged Paur to begin with so each and every single strike of his had had a hidden intention behind them. As he was moving around the Demiurge and getting his attention with various hits that appeared to be for naught - all the time faking distress - he had got Paur's focus off of the countless nano on steroids that had spread all around him.
"I'm afraid you can't." Termo spoke, so confidently even Paur was slightly worried by the sudden dissapearance of the human's distress and replacement with unexplainable confidence. "?!?" Paur looked around himself worryingly as he noticed the presence of countless of those little shit that dared resist his monochrome. "I was waiting for the chance to show you my nano's true power." Termo's confidence had skyrocketed, Paur's worries had risen dramatically as the nano around him combusted into anti-weaboo particles that threatened to disintegrate even the Demiurge himself; seeing as they had managed to erase even the enhanced monochrome from all around him as they closed onto his entity.
"You can't stop them now! It's over!! Your own arrogance marked your downfall!!!"
A light red-blush had dyed Primo's cheeks in a hue of red as she stood alone, under a roof of nano.
" . . . . " Silently her plasma-like eye's had glared into the sky, watching Termo ascend.
She had not been able to say what she wanted to say. It was not that he left to soon. It was that the words would not come out of her dry throat.
"Baka..." Mumbled the girl as she turned her back on the monochrome world, and began walking down the path of the Nano.
"Prepare the Five_OVERS!"
"Which ones sir?"
"20 of the HsB07, 50 'Six-wings', 20 Dragon-Rider's, 300 of the FIVE_OVER: Modelcase: Railgun, 1,000 of the BM-Soldiers and the Five_OVER_OS"
"The Out-sider?! But it's still a prototype...!?"
"Do you have any better ideas, luitenant?"
"..... How about Five_OVER_00: EVE?"
"That unit is still highly damaged from its last encounter with the original... We will deploy the Out-Sider."
Danger had silently loomed on the horizon as Academy City's military prepared to launch the first-wave of its counter-attack on the Demiurge.
< Warriors Don't Fall. {Bullet for my Valentine} >
"OVER?" Paur bursted out in extremely loud lunatic laugher; in pleasure caused by the nonfulfillment of Termo's hopes and expectations - for as he did, the sound released from his body was so loud that the nano were disintegrated into nothingness and so did their special anti-weaboo power along with their own destruction. The small part they had restored back to normal (colour only) was once again monochromed before the sound had even reached the nano-hero's eardrums, bursting them almost instantaneous; ko'ing the man before he had even realised what had hit him - death was once again reaching out for him as the same sound echoed all around him (fatal only within the immediate vicinity of monochrome, not the rest, so the others were safe even though they should have heard it; this applies to the rest of the sounds made inside the monochrome - until further notice) pummelling his whole body like Zesde pounds the booty.
"I'LL BE THE ONE WHO LAUGHS LAST!" The Demiurge yelled even louder as he dashed forward, with his left hand/arm extended, toward the deafened soldier that was about to finally fall in battle; for good. Unfortunately, before Termo's body could even begin to descend, by falling backwards, he had been caught and held up by the neck - by none other than Paur. With his free right hand he backhand pimp slapped Termo on his right cheek as he tightened the grip with the other. The nano-hero's eyes'd widened and seemed as if they were going to pop out for a second there, just until Paur'd loosened his grip on the former's neck, that is.
"Whose arrogance marked whose downfall?" He mocked Termo and just waited for a reply for about a minute until he realised the obvious; or was he just fucking with him to begin with? "Right, I forgot you can't hear anymore." Once again, lunatic laugher had suffused the monochrome, echoing everywhere inside it, but with a normal tone, that wouldn't harm anybody (but Termo) and just cause them to cover their ears in annoyance - if anything; delaying Kuro's ascension as well.
As if to add even further insult to injury, Paur proceeded in flicking his tongue out, in the form of a corkscrew that he used to penetrate the spot underneath Termo's left eye - on its left, which was covered (as in the picture) by a small bandage. Although it was only there for show, the nano-hero was now going to have a real wound within it as the Demiurge's tongue had sinked inside his head... or at least tried to... however...
Paur had quickly pulled out, slightly horror-struck, seeing as the tongue that had entered Termo's head was gone, it had been disintegrated almost instantly, just like himself would have been if he hadn't used his manipulation of sound within the monochrome power (earlier) in order to get rid of the nano that were threatening his very own existence. "How dar---" Paur was cut off as Termo did something totally unexpected.
"Shut up!" He had urged a god to silence their mouth even though he could not hear him to begin with and he was in no position to be making such requests. "!?!" Paur was just too amused to do anything and just heard the human talk. "I'm going to stop y--!" That was so unreasonably optimistic, coming from a man whose every single bone had been broken and couldn't move a muscle, Paur couldn't hold back his laugher full of lunacy and bursted out laughing once again as he tightened the grip on Termo's neck.
"Sorry, what did you say? I couldn't hear you over the sound of you gasping for air." And just like that, Paur had sharpened his free hand's fingers' nails and teared Termo's helmet within a matter of seconds. "Pretty sure you can't breath anymore, do you?" Termo was in such a desperate situation he could not do anything but sacrifice nano for oxygen straight within his lungs as he was unable to speak anymore - even his vocal chords had been crushed by the latest lunatic laugher of the Demiurge, after all; his nano had been struggling to keep his most important body parts intact with their own sacrifice.
"I wanted to hear you scream, but you just won't bre--" The Demiurge was cut off as he noticed a small tear of sorrow running down Termo's left eye, followed by only one more before seemingly running dry. Even the coldest of individuals couldn't resist crying, even for such a tiny little bit, once they lose something of importance to them - and that had been proven by the Demiurge himself. But instead of being moved by it and letting Termo go, sparing him, he instead freagin' sucked his tears with his recreated tongue.
"Mmmmmmmm.. your tears are delicious!" Termo was disgusted by Paur licking his left cheek but there wasn't anything he could do about it instead of wait for his death as he bid his farewell to his comrade, mentally. "Sorry, I failed, goodbye." That had pobably been the reason he cried to begin with... if only he had lured the Demiurge outside of his world and surrounded him with his nano out there, then the Demiurge would have certainly been as good as done for... without his arm through Termo's stomach.
Wait what? Oh, Paur had forced his free hand through Termo's body as if he were Dr. Gero (#20) fucking up Yamcha; because who hasn't fucked up Yamcha? For the record, nothing but this final action of the Demiurge could have been prevented by Kuro if she interfered, but it's highly doubtful wether she gave a fuck about Termo to begin with. The sound released by the lunatic deity should have delayed her ascension for loldon'tvoidmypostpl0x purposes just until that final point in time that would mark the fall of a modern spartan warrior.
("I can see the light again, but it's brighter now, I want to follow it.") Within the blinding-flash light, a lustrous, white silverish, luminant hand was reaching out for Termo - whose soul was no longer in the earthen realm.
|| Hardcore S&M [Science_&_Magic] ||
Primo Victoria had been surrounded by a post-apocalyptic Tokyo City. She had exited the monochrome some time ago and was currently navigating the destroyed streets of a once busy and bustling town.
"Idiot..." Once more muttered the queen of technology.
However, she had not been alone.
A warm gust of wind suddenly pushed her hair back as something like a large knife cut through the air in an attempt to pierce her heart.
"Oh?" Suddenly a smile had tugged at Primo's cheeks.
There had been nothing before her, or at least nothing a normal person could see. The street had stretched on endlessly in ruin, with broken lights, cracked asphalt, destroyed or over-turned cars and several buildings looking like they got hit by a bomb.
But, something large truly did stand before her.
There was a technology that had compted with OLEDs before falling out of the market, that technology was magnetically-controlled monitors. Whether CRT or LCD, the standard television used the RGB color system or added in black for a four-color composition. On the other hand, magnetically-controlled monitors contructed the image using the CMYK structure.
But what did this mean? Well, the basic idea was simple. A fine powder given the basic colors was mixed into an ultra-thin water tank, and magnetism was used to manipulate them and form the image. The pattern could change in real-time just like a television and the bright colors did not require a backlight as LCDs did, so they had become the next generation of high-tech military deception.
So in truth, it was not invisible. It was simply camoflauged in a manner that allowed it to move seamlessly around the enviroment without the slightest blend at the edges due to its high-tech reactive camoflague.
But there was no technology that could resist Primo Victoria's Technopathic ability. It did not matter that she was only level 3, technology was built on the same basic principle and only improvised.
A pair of Plasma-like eyes had locked onto that 'invisible' machine, and soon the powder had deactived!
It was as sudden as changing the channels on a television set, color suddenly filled the space before Primo and as it did a large monster of Academy City had loomed within the post-apoctalyptic world.
The machine stood at about 5 meters tall and had been about 10 meters long, it had six long legs and a body that was shaped like an insect. The 'face' or 'head' had a pair of long antenna but was missing a pair of mouth-pincers, and instead dawning a clear-round face that almost looked like glass. The abdoment of the metallic insect had been large. Oddly the glass-like complexion of its face had continued at the abdomen, and inside was a visible green liquid that looked like a vat of water.
"What the hell is that..." Muttered Primo in slight shock. She had spent some time in a certain rebellious military that aimed to over-throw Academy City; She had even went as far as to become an esper for espionage reasons. But it did not take long for the City to find her true intentions, but due to the value of her ability; she was put on 'city-arrest' and forbidden to leave Academy City. That was years ago, and now she may come and go as she pleases. But even then, many years ago when she fought against Academy City, she never onced encountered such an odd machine.
There had been a name printed along the frost-colored thorax of the monster-like machine. 'Five_OVER: Out-sider.'
A crimson liquid had danced about the air before staining the cracked gravel of the road.
"?!"
Primo's vision had blurred for a moment. But when she looked down she had known what she saw. Blood had been running through the cracks of the asphalt.
(H-how could it?--) Her thoughts were then cut off as her body was pulled into the air.
"AAAAhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!"
An excrutiating pain had assaulted her shoulders as she was lifted like a doll.
Prrimo rose her shaking hands, and took grip of something 'invisible.'
(It c-can't be... It's resisting...?)
Then a secondairy pair of antenna had took color.
The machine-like beast infront of her had four in total, it had left two of them under the camoflague of the megnetic-powder.
(It was p-pretending to be under my control?)
*Fwoooshhh.....* The abdomen of the Out-sider had suddenly opened up like a glass-display case.
"Y-you can't be serious..." Muttered Primo as blood ran down the side of her lip.
It had intended to 'swallow' her.
Like a bull, the machine had whipped its head up, throwing Primo off of its 'horns', her body had weakly flew about the air, and she was soon taken into the jaw of te glass-like abdoment that closed up with her inside it, sugmerging her in the green-liquid.
Termo's message had not reached her.
A large pile of black machines had been gathered under a 5-meter tall 'roof' of nano. They had been all of the nano that Termo tried to leave with Primo; but she did not take them. She had gave them orders to stay inside the monochrome and absorb the 'ceiling' or nano to further enhance their power. However, they had a second command. It was a command that was activated based on the bio-metric readings of Termo's heart. His heart-beat had shown signs of distress, and 'her' nano had acted on the commands she left.
Suddenly the nano had took flight, like a spear of black, it had shot into the sky on a direct clash course with Termo. Whether it would catch it his falling body, or become a shield, only time would tell.
Meanwhile beyond the clouds...
A delicate moan had left Kuro's horny lips as the Demiurge thrusted himself deep into her squishy body.
"Auuwwhh~nnnn.... Deeper~☆"
Paur's hand had been submerged in her chest, but it had not gone through.
?!
A few moments ago.....
An object of purple had suddenly cut inbetween Paur and Termo like a hot knife. That object had been something like a ghost to Paur and something like a savior to Termo.
With purple-ish skin, a long black feathered dress, and a paur of large 5-meter long wings that looked more like an abomination; She was the cities #2 strongest espers, and self-proclaimed #1.
Present......
"Don't tell me you can't get any deeper than that? How do you expect to hit a girl where she's really sensetive if you can't get it deeper?~♥" Teased the esper of black while fearlessly smiling at Paur.
"Sorry, kid. The adults are talking now." She had then suddenly pressed her hand against Termo's face, and as she did an incomprehensible amount of energy had formed around her hand. She had intended to 'blast' him away.
But, she did not look at Termo.
She simply winked at Paur; Like a Ghost from his past, she had came to haunt the Demiurge.
Meanwhile, Termo was about to see the radishes upside down (greek saying for dying) but instead of his body someone else had taken Paur's right hand/arm's girth inside their own... and all they did was moan as horny as one could get - followed by the stop of the monochromatic hailing.
Only one whore could have acted like that.
Kuro-Ippan; the Black Slut... I mean General.
("That voice?") The Demiurge could believe neither his eyes nor ears as the one he had been looking for appeared before him when he had least expected it - her voice as charming as ever, her black-matter as alluring as always; it's angelic nature had made justice to its namesake, it had indeed touched the territory of a god. ("Could it be another fake?") He wondered, but then the words she spoke out and the way she acted erased any doubt in his mind, it was really the black-matter princess whose name he had yet to find out.
"Dear, this is just the tip.~☆"
His interest in Termo had been diminished and as she pressed her hand against the human's face he let go of him and applied pressure on his body himself so that he would get the fuck out as soon as possible. The gathering of an incomprehensible amount of energy around her hand had been sensed/noticed, being inside the monochrome's immediate vicinity, yet the lunatic deity did not bother trying to peel it down and merely-eagerly awaited the esper's next move as he spoke to her, once again - with his own godly, demented, perverted way.
"You thought a man could excite me, Paur Demiurge, like you do?~♥"
And as he spoke those words, full of lunacy, his free (left) hand would have already sneaked behind her as his name had been personally revealed to her, he had attempted to grope her feathery butt - all the time pushing himself closer to her and flirtatiously flicking his tongue toward her delicate lips (I just had to put that adjective) as his right hand attempted to pierce further through her chest for the hell of it. Apart from Sicilian, it looked like the Demiurge was into French too - the difference between him and Termo was like day and night, the nano would have loved to have him as their host. But his playfulness could mark his downfall, that very moment, as his guard had been lowered dramatically... or just so it seemed!?!
As for Termo, his 'broken' body had been met by a mattress of countless nano in mid-air, nano that had acted under the volition of his selfless comrade - who had not hesitated to make a martyr out of him earlier, to do something like that just showed what an enigmatic esper Primo were.
But what about her?
A lustrous, white silverish, blinding-flash light had suffused part of the monochrome - where she were close to (I read your post, I know Primo exited it xD) - as the Machine had tried to swallow her. The very same hand that was seconds away from reaching out for Termo, had done so for Primo instead. She was now flying numerous meters away from the machine that had been engulfed in flames that had exhibited a blue colour... spreading even inside the Monochromatic World!!?
Primo had been lying down upon the arms of her savior, humanity's saviour. Like her guardian angel, Valoel Sandalphon had spread his Seraphim Wings around her body while levitating with the use of his holy aura. The light they emitted had brightened the monochrome EVEN though it naturally resembled its colours - it wasn't that the Angel of Peace had been monochromed.
The part of the monochrome, that the luminant Grand Angel's wings had shined through, had been restored back to normal as the divine radiation failed to withstand its holy prowess - just as usual. The machine was logically an inaminate object, thus not evil, henceforth his flames could not have affected it like they would an evil being yet nonetheless he had managed to move fast enough to save Primo whilst trying to overheat said being with flames that were more potent than normal ones. MOC had surrounded both of them, just in case the machine were to attack as he spoke to the human girl with his soothing angelic voice.
"ˈwərē nät, mī CHīld, Gäd has nät fôsākən thee. But thy ˈbrəT͟Hər will bē ˈhediNG hiz wā so͞on, if hē ˈdəzənt get help in tīm." As he pointed the way towards Termo, who was probably still airborne lying on his flying deathbed of nano not too far away, a path of MOC had been created, much like the path of nano Termo had made only his could naturally illuminate through the Monochrome - restoring life back to normal as it should have been.
After moving his wings away from Primo and placing her on the beginning of said path, the 5'9" tall Seraphim that weighted no more than 76 kilograms and had a wingspan of not much beyond 3 meters had looked down upon the creation of humankind that had tried to devour one of its own creators' kin as if it had been a vicious devilish spawn of the Awakened Nightmare; Zesty-dono. His 'Spear of Salvation' having been unsheathed from his back, using his right hand, he waited for the mechanic monster to make its next move as he made sure to watch the human girl's back more than his own.
The irregular sound of flames had charcoaled into the monochrome world, and slowly a metallic monster had waltzed through those flames like a demon.
Silently, it had calculated its next move.
Primo on the other hand had been swooped up into the arms of a guardian angel. However, a frown tugged at her bleeding lip as he spoke. (Oh great, another motherfucker who speaks ancient aztek.) thought the techno-princess; but she did not have time to complain. Her plasma-like eyes had locked onto the machine, and she spoke; hoping the creature could understand her, "*Cough* A coating... magnetically manipulated...--" Blood ran down her lip but she continued, "An external armor... exoskeleton... The glass is thermal-shock resistant..." Her words must have seemed a bit jumbled as she tried to hang onto consciousness.
Those plasma-like eyes had then flickered, "cold... freeze.... freeze..... i...-t....." Her eyes had then lost its color, and she fell into unconsciousness.
With that, Primo had been sent up some sort of path.
But her warning was too-late, the looming glass-giant had vanished. With the use of its reactive camoflague it had retreated the scene. However, that would not be the last of the Out-Sider; not by a long shot.
Kuro had let out a soft moan as Paur groped at her plump rear, and in the next moment she grinned with sinister intent, slowly raising her hand up to his face, "Guess what I'm not wearing~☆" Questioned the girl of Black-matter as a pair of Black-matter panties formed out of her hand. She had then placed that pair of panties on Paur's face, somehow joining him in his lunacy.
At any-rate, it looked like she was not there to stop it, and Paur had soon gained an ally against humanities destruction.
"Sir, the Out-sider has failed in obtaining the level 3." Reported one of the scientist to a military general. The general had then took out his hand gun, placing it inside the mouth of the scientist, "You better hope you have some good news to go along with that." Commanded the general while slowly removing his pistol from the scientists mouth.
"T-the good news is that the next closest esper of level 3 or higher... is one of the level 5's.... A-and not just that.... It's the #1...."
*BANG!*
A dull thud had rang out as a .45 calibur round tore through the flesh of the scientists skull. It had pierced through the roof of his mouth, and up through his head, vacuming brain out of the exit wound. He was not shot due to bad news, he was shot due to excitement.
The trigger-happy general had drooled while licking at his lips and trying to contain his raging boner, "THE #1?! THIS COULDN'T GO ANY BETTER!!!"
Just what the hell did the Out-sider have to do with espers? And why did it try to eat Primo?
A bad moon was certaintly rising.
Valoel Sandalphon, being a highly intelligent grand angel - capable of analyzing situations and most sorts of problems extremely fast - did get what Primo had tried to tell him but did not have enough time to react because the outsider went invisible on him and then escaped in fear of the above arch-angel tier seraphim... perhaps? Not sure wether it had truely fled or not, his MOC hardened to be ready to solidify around him in case any distrubance was felt within his radiating Tenjō; his holy energy/aura.
After confirming its escape, Valoel had proceeded in bukkake'ing (BAD ANGEL) Primo with his holy energy that would heal instead of harming her since she weren't evil. The MOC entering her body would assist her organism (and nano) in healing her wounds after closing them as if she had never been assaulted to begin with. However, no matter how much energy and MOC he applied to Termo, he wouldn't respond even though his wounds had been closed and everything healed (even the bones) his heart had stopped beating. Perhaps his time had come? Or will someone shock him back to life?
Whatever the case, Valoel would stand by the humans side while looking up towards the Demiurge. If only he could see what atrocities were going up there between the lunatic deity and the every so crazy black matter general then he would have never planned on going up there to try and stop the former. His aura would have been cleansening the monochrome around them restoring oxygen etc so that the humans could breath, of course.
The lunatic deity was not easy to excite, but Kuro seemed to have found his buttons, as he groped her buttocks, and as she did press them I don't mean she irritated him by that. As he was about to lick her lips she had asked him something in a very innapropriate way and then just gave him the answer by revealing what she had meant to be missing; It was her panties!
Placing them on his face had made him more randy than Randy Orton and he just couldn't resist removing his right hand from her chest and groping her other plump rear with it as he moaned lunatically in sync before dry humping, snuggling and why the fuck not fuggling, too. One thing was certain, the taste of her panties had made him go more cuckoo than Shiro's... and the rest is available in PPV you stingy bastards.
These fucked up beings, I swear Zesde is more sane than them... kinda. However, along the perverted lunacy something the world had never seen before had begun to emerge all around them. Monochrome allowing black-matter to infest the atmosphere (clouds, air, etc) alongside it had created something that could only be described with one world; immortal. As the rays of the sun were allowed passage within, just like the black-matter needed, turning them into deadly harmful rays of light; upon undergoing diffraction through the numerous gaps in her black wings - had made the Sun even a greater source of fuel for the monochrome.
This new world their (re)union had created would come to be known as True Monochromatic World - with a more dominant hue of black than white. Humanity was about to get boned worse than when Zesde goes on his rape-sprees as irradiated (by monochrome) black-matter constructs were about to start raining death upon the ones below the clouds... not that if anybody got close would be safer...
*BOOOOM!!!*
Several high-speed objects had tore through the sky like hot knives through butter. Those large black objects had a wing-span of nearly 100-meters long, and had flew at a speed of over 7000kph. They were the cutting-edge military fighter-jets deployed by Academy City. Officially the model was known as the HsB07. However, this fleet had been modified. The modified jets had an external layer of protective substance coating their metal-frames. Under normal curcumstances the jets could simply out-run a missle. But, this armor was set as a fail-safe. And that armor was none other than a material created by one of Academy City's strongest weapons; A level 5 esper; Black-Matter.
"Oh? How interesting.~☆" Hummed the #2 as she embraced the Demiurge. Her left index finger had lightly trailed up his chest in a flirtatious manner, and she had grinned widely while glaring into the direction of the jets.
(That won't work.)
As the jets entered the Monochrome their Black-matter armor was instantly absorbed, and the remaining metal air-craft were either absorbed by the Monochrome or burnt to a crisp by the harsh sunlight and radiation.
Kuro had then waved her hand out towards the city, "You can't hide from me.~♥"
Suddenly 1,000 Black-matter soldiers had turned away from the Monochrome.
Those were the soldiers that Academy City had hid within the ruined buildings of Tokyo. Black-matter was a substance that could slither around inside cracks like a liquid while retaining it's 'solid' state. That allowed the substance a wide-range of stealth and oppertunities for sneak-attacks.
But those soldier's could not decieve the eye's of the Queen.
(What the hell was that thing....?)
Primo's mind had been hazy, but slowly she had raised her hand while clutching at her temple. Her wounds, pain and physical stress had been lifted off of her shoulder. However, her mind had still been in disarray.
The Out-Sider had been on her mind.
"Don't worry, Termo will be fine.--" Reassured the young girl while glancing towards the Angel, "-- We just need to attach jumper cables to his nipples." If that non-chalant statement wasn't enough to 'shock' Termo back to life, she may truly have to consider clamping his nipples with jumper-cables.
"At any-rate it's a good thing you showed up when you did.... Err... Who ever you are...."
Primo had blinked her purple eye's a few times while scratching at her hair in confusion, "Actually... I've never heard of any esper-ability that allows you to turn the world black and white or heal other people... Are you guys level 5's?"
Born and raised in Academy City; Primo was ignorant to the existant of Magic and Supernatural abilities beyond being an esper.
The Out-sider had silently moved around the debris and wreckage of the torn city. It had numerous shock-absorbant springs built into its metal frame that allowed it to silently absorb its own kinetic energy. That along with its reactive camoflague and sound-insulated body had been it perfectly silent and 'invisible' to the naked eye.
(Error: Failure to capure serial ID: 1000728 [Level 3: Technipath].... Initiating AIM scam..... Detected AIM Dispersion field in grid coordinates C2.... Distance... 367 meters.... 366 meters.......... Scanning Personal Reality.... Scan Complete..... OS has located Serial ID: 0000001.... [Level 5: Vector Manipulation...] Securing Target.......)
The Out-sider had then headed to capture its target....
*BRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!*
Metallic rotary cannons had cut into the air as the mass-produced military weapons unloaded their cannons upon 'soldier's.
There had been a 'swarm' of 300 metallic insects. They had resembled the Praying Mantis. Dawning a pair of blade-like claws, rotary cannons, and shield-like panels on their front legs. They had thin wings that vibrated and allowed them flight, and they had moved at a speed that left after-images.
Those had been the Five_OVER: Modelcase Railguns....
Their cannons were capable of firing Railguns at a speed of 600 RPM. It was likely that the 300 of them could level a large city to nothing within a few hours.
Half of the FO's had marched upon the broken ground, and the other half had been flying at a height of 20 meters, performed gun-runs on the ground soldiers.
A large mass of Black-matter soldier's had fired their rifles at the metal-monsters of Academy City.
The colors of bright-orange and black had whizzed by the air as Black-matter spears rained down like arrows, and Railguns exploded like kinetic punches thrown by the Hulk himself.
Several of the Black-matter soldiers had runned through the debris of Tokyo, there had been orange blast flying past them, but they did not hesitate. They were not human, they were completely made out of Black-matter. These were Academy City's weapons that they used by providing a stimulas to the #2's original brain That had granted them control over the Black-matter. But what happens when the #2 reclaims the net-work for herself? What happens when she secures her original organs? She once again becomes master of the Black-matter network.
It was a losing fight for Academy City.
*SPLAT!*
A railgun had tore through the chest of one of the Black-matter soldiers, but it did not matter. The soldier kept his advance, and within a few moments his chest had healed completely.
The soldier's normally relied on a 'supplier' that would re-supply their Black-matter. Like a puppeteer the supplier could heal and control them. But the supplier did not have an infinite supply of Black-Matter.
Kuro did.
"How futile~♥" Hummed the #2 as she snuggled up against the lunatic deity.
The Monochrome world had become a hellish atmosphere.
A thick-veil of harmful sunlight had burned down through the monochrome in a black-hue. That ray of light had coated through everything, burning it with radiation and other-worldy properties that defied all physics. It had also served as solar panels, fueling the monochrome with an unimaginable amount of power. Normal sun-light was not a viable source of energy for the Monochrome; But Black-Matter infused Sunlight had held a multitude of hidden energy and properties that served as a wonderful source of energy and power.
♋ White King ♋
The Demiurge was quite vexed by the run around black-matter fighter-jets but realised he had nothing to worry as the Black Queen embraced him. As her finger had trailed up his chest he'd noticed her wide grin and realised the obvious, she was their Queen. With her by his side, Black Matter was of no threat anymore; in fact, it was his ally now - the perfect fuel.
The black-matter soldiers' hiding locations could have easily been sensed, had they moved near the lunatic deity's vicinity within the monochrome, nevertheless Paur was surprised by how easily those threats were neutralized and used as their pawns instead. The unity of Monochrome and Black Matter was definitely not to be trifled with, the heat within the True Monochromatic World rivaled the surface of the Sun's - in danger and destructibility.
How they supported each other was truely outstanding, Black Matter kept Monochrome at its maximum whilst Monochrome supported Black Matter in more ways that I can bare to give an account in words of. Not that she couldn't close her wound herself, but seeing as she were occupied with toying around with their unfortunate victims that were nothing but toys to them, the White King went as far as effortlessly filling the hole in his Black Queen's chest almost instantaneously - taking not much more time than it took him to flick his tongue out with his characteristic way.
It was obvious, as long as Monochrome remained, no matter how hard they nuked the black matter they wouldn't be able to take the Black Queen down. Monochrome had been allowed passage within the black matter just as the latter had been let inside its divine world. Having absorbed some of it and stored to make sure he never loses her again it was extremely easily to heal her 'wound' by releasing the black-matter inside her in order to fill said hole - which she had probably not bothered closing seeing as it made no difference.
That sounded so sexually wrong yet not innacurate considering their snuggling had turned into spooning as neither of them seemed to reject each others' amorous advances. And without lifting a finger, the hail had turned into monochromatic constructs of irradiated black matter that rained death down upon the beings that were foolish enough to dare oppose the cuddling liplocked crazies within their own world - if they could even survive in it for long to begin with.
Primo's questions were left unanswered not because the seraphim did not care about enlightening her but because he was concerned on what was about to rain down on Earth. The Demiurge had seriously strayed away from the neutral part towards evil and that could not go unpunished.
The grand angel's holy aura could protect them from the otherwordly properties but the constructs were another thing. The nano were no good with such heat so the humans were finally worthless in said fight... for now. The Sandalphon connection was great enough to open a rift in the atmosphere, just like Zesde had, however it flooded the area around them with energy straight from the heavens instead; yet even that served as nothing more than more fuel for the monochrome.
In all seriousness, the monochrome had 3 endless supplies of fuel... until the Sun goes down, that is. It looked like all they could do was partially stall the expansion of the monochrome yet the angel of peace was too calm, despite his unagitated nature, the desperate circumstances did not seem to worry him. He obviously had a trump card, that much was clear as he focused the holy energy on his body while keeping all three of them safe within the barrier of endless holy energy.
Termo had finally regained his consciousness, within the bright light of holy aura that had enveloped them, yet the first thing he'd noticed was Primo's plasma-like eyes; instead of the source of said light, the grand angel. A blissful smile, so unlike Termo, formed upon his face as the corners of his mouth'd turned up.
He had yet to fully recover and the pain was excruciating but he gave no sign of such suffering in his full of joy facial expression. He wasn't that happy because he were safe, he was happier to see his partner was sound. Even in his state of grave need, as the Demiurge was about to finish him off, he had 'felt' Primo's suffering against the outsider and had actually done something he'd rarely ever resorted to...
...pray underneath his breath, for her to be saved, not himself. As if Valoel had heard him, which he probably did, he'd showed up and saved her in the nick of time. Humanity's counter attack was about to begin, and Termo could tell that much as he laid eyes upon the valiant seraphim. ("So angels do exhist.")
Termo was actually 'dead' as Primo had spoken and thus not managed to hear anything she had said and the silent spartan just awaited her next words as he struggled to get back up, only to fall back and hit his head on the layer of nano and MOC that were keeping them airborne. He was not one to rub the spots he hit so he just sucked it up and retried to get back up, only to fail once again.
---
"It looks like the larva has skipped metamorphosis and plans to spread its wings early, but can you fly with those pre-mature wings?"
A thin smile had appeared on the lips of Aleister Crowley as he spoke those words.
"Fly."
The irregular sound of Monochromatic rain enhanced with Black-matter had continued to crash down upon the earth. Primo had felt as if those noises were like the sounds of a giants foot-steps swiftly approaching.
(I'm too weak...)
She stood with her back to both Termo and their Guardian Angel.
(Is that how useless I am?)
She tightly clenched her fist while solidfying her resolve, Valoel.
(But he wouldn't give up, would he?)
With that thought she had glanced over her shoulder. Out of the corner of her onyx-colored eye she could see Termo struggling to stand.
That was her trigger.
A brilliant arc of electrons had sparked within her eye, and in the next instant her eyes had lit up like a nuclear reactor.
Termo had finally regained his consciousness, within the bright light of holy aura that had enveloped them, yet the first thing he'd noticed was Primo's plasma-like eyes; instead of the source of said light, the grand angel. A blissful smile, so unlike Termo, formed upon his face as the corners of his mouth'd turned up.
(You've done enough.)
His smile was the final trigger to her actions.
Something truly did change within Victoria's heart as she turned her gaze away from Termo.
"It's your turn to be protected by me... So make sure you get a good look at my back!"
Her passionate shouts had not been all bark and no bite.
Primo had took a step forward. Even as the hail of dangerous Monochrome and Black-matter threatened to break through the shields over their heads. Primo did not stop her advance. Primo did not turn around.
The Techno-princess had simply walked into the gates of Hell.
Primo Victoria had simply walked into monochromatic world.
Her entire body had been covered in billions of microscopic machines.
(Interesting...)
She had slowly rose her hand, clenching her fist opened and closed.
Her personal reality and the pillars supporting her heart had shifted.
She had let Termo into her heart.
Primo had then constructed a rifle in her hand. It was built up of trillions and trillions of nano-machines that interlocked with each other and conformed into the neccesary parts required to create the weapon.
These were very similar to the nano machines used by Termo.
Her Plasma-like eyes had seemed to emnate a glow that was around 5x brighter and more Volatile than normal.
Her vision had increased. The level of 'data' that she could see had increased.
(I can see her AIM dispersion field.)
Primo could clearly see all the data that was 'Kuro-ippan.'
(I can see his too.)
Primo could clearly see all the data that was 'Paur.'
Her ability was no longer limited to technology.
She was no longer the helpless level 3 that she was.
She had skipped metamorphosis, she did not become a level 4.
She was a butterfly, a level 5.
It did not matter how many times the nano around her body was absorbed or destroyed. The machines were replaced as quickly as they were removed.
Kuro had lightly trailed her index finger up Paur's neck, and then under his chin. However, before she could kiss him something had interupted her mood. And a frown had tore across her lips. "We have an un-invited guest." However, she did not care that someone entered the monochrome. They would die instantly. It was the fact that they were not dead that angered her.
Kuro had then winked at Paur while biting her lower lip, "Why don't we invite them and have a 3-some? Although I doubt they'll be able to survive the foreplay~☆"
Valoel's holy aura had enveloped the humans, empowering them with the strength of the heavens themselves, raising the mortals' "stats" and senses greatly. The MOC had provided support to the nano, their essense seeping through to them granting them immunity to the heat and holy properties in order to counter the Demiurge's "evil" monochrome.
But was it all that it required to get them to fight? No. You gotta help yourself, you need the resolve, Termo had it already but having knocked on death's door twice he could not recover... yet. However, it had seemed like his resolve had been passed on to someone else, to carry on his will, do what he couldn't, fight; Primo Victoria had turned Erza nakama-mode on.
And just liek that, the techno-princess - no - the techno-goddess had shot off into the sky to face the lunatic deity. Like the nano hero had done before, now they were in each others' shoes, all that Termo could do was look up at her as she ascended hoping for the best while struggling to get back up; failing, much to his displeasure, once again and yet another time but never did he give up trying.
Even with his bones fresh-broken still trying to be healed by Valoel's aura he stood down - NOT - he kept trying to get back up but it was futile, the body couldn't obey the mind because quite frankly it did not possess the strength to follow his will anymore no matter how hard he desired to continue fighting.
Was he in pain? You bet he were. Was he crying? He was not one to show his emotions but inside he was dying due to his inability and suffering. All of his previous comrades were flashing past by his mind, lost in his thoughts as he tried to get up. He wasn't doing it for himself, but for them, and to make sure he keeps his vow of not letting anybody else add on to their numbers.
If he let Primo die, he would die himself the next moment. Yet there he stood, incapable of taking any action, at all.
"T͟Heər is nō point in ˈhelpiNG yo͞o əp if yo͞o är jəst ˈgōiNG to͞o fôl bak doun, is T͟Heər?" Valoel's words had barely made any sense to Termo yet deep in his heart he knew, he was urging him to not give up and in fact he had done so despite of the rather discouraging speech - as it would have seemed to someone third. Why help someone up if they are going to fall back down when you let go? Let them get back up themselves so they can stay there.
And with nothing but a flap of his wings, Valoel had flown right after Primo, letting his holy energy envelop termo even closer since it only needed to protect one individual now. The nano warrior had been bukkaked by the heavens themselves. There might have been no air in the monochromatic world but his aura returned his surroundings to normal, at least the air that he needed and so did the humans for oxygen purposes and all.
Primo stood west of the duo of hell, Valoel stood on the east, they had them trapped in a possible pincer-like attack or did they have them trapped in their world instead? "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm~♥" the White King had moaned, kinda, as he nodded to his Black Queen. Like every king he was not one to deny their queen's desire yet he knew that it was not going to happen; but who said it has to be consensual.
"I say we r---" A frown had tore across the Demiurge's lips as well, someone had just ruined his own mood, too. Pulling his hands away from Kuro's plump rear he shrugged as he turned around to face the second eldest of the Sandalphon. "I knew you didn't like me, I could tell your distaste for my way of work but couldn't care less." The shrug was followed by his previous action, re-groping Kuro's buttocks just to further irritate the angel of peace with such... unchaste an action?
Valoel said nothing as he firmly grasped the spear on his right side and prepared for combat. He was going to bring this deity down even if he had to do it himself. With a sudden arch of his arm backwards then forwards he had sent the spear flying towards the Demiurge's back at ultra-high speeds. His blind spot, as it looked like, yet he was not concerned and continued snuggling Kuro.
Just how strong was he? Too strong, the spear had lost way too much speed and force just by the unimaginable pressure the monochromatic world applied to foreign constructs but was Valoel's plan really to impale the god? Definitely he knew of his power... but the lunatic deity could guess what he was planning, just as well as the seraphim knew of his power so did he... after all.
Primo Victoria had directed the avengeful gaze of her eyes towards both the Lunatic Diety, Paur and the Black-matter Goddess, Kuro-ippan.
Those orb-like eyes had seemed to spark an intrest in Kuro.
"Oh? You have a very interesting look in your eyes~☆" Spoke the esper of black while arching her back and holding back a lustful moan.
Kuro had dismissed Valoel completely. She broke from the Diety and turned to face Primo as Paur faced Valeol.
"You have a very slutty look in yours eyes." Curtly responded Primo while preparing her assault.
However, Jukei's body had suddenly tore through the sky along-side those two espers.
Both Kuro and Primo had turned to that side, speachless.
" . . . . . "
" . . . . . ~ ☆"
They dismissed him completely, and turned back to each other.
*Fffff~Whewwwww!!!!!*
A bizzare sound like water cutting through the sky had tore into the monochromatic atmosphere as a certain esper made her move.
Kuro could not believe what her eyes perceived.
"I-impossible...!"
The clear emotion of fear had swept over the #2's face.
The mere sight of fear upon the #2's face had been all it took to send a shiver down Primo Victoria's spine. She didn't need to use her ability to know what this feeling was.
Primo had whipped her body around a complete 180 degrees. In traditional combat, turning your back on your enemy was a mistake that could cost you your life. But, there was bigger problems at hand.
(T-that personal reality....!)
Suddenly a figure of white had closed nearly 200 meters of air-space between it and Victoria in less than a few seconds.
(Those ey-)
Her thoughts were then cut off as a pale-white hand reached out towards her chest.
For less than a fraction of a second she clearly saw a person.
Skin so pale-white it could easily be seen in the dark, hair so silver-white it rivaled snow, and eyes dyed so darkly in the color of crimson they were thicker than blood. There was no comprehensible expression on that face.
"H K B * l....." That monster tried to speak. But its words did not reach Victoria. However, that monsters hand had reached her chest.
"?!... Gckh....!"
An inexplicable force assaulted Primo's chest and in the next instant her body too off towards Kuro like a bullet. It had felt as if her entire body was hit by an 18-wheeler truck.
But, she did not fly into the #2.
*CRACK!*
The tight grip of the #1's pale hand had latched onto the ankle of Victoria's left leg.
"... A-aaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!... Kch...!" Her leg had been dislocated, even with the exo-skeleton of her nano. It was actually likely that her leg would have been ripped off it wasn't for the layer of machines protecting her body.
The pale-white monster had then pulled the object grasped within its right hand like a magician pulling a cloth from a table.
Primo had felt an unimaginable pain course throughout and her hip, and suddenly her vision was brough face to face with that monster of white.
The strongest level 5 esper, Shiro-yasha.
There was not a hint of reason in that monsters actions.
Primo had felt as if the angelic wings and halo were a bit of a paradox in contrast to the demon-like actions of that girl. However, even that measly thought had been a luxury.
Shiro's left hand had then grasped Primo's face. The intense grip of her right hand on Primo's ankle had already splintered the bone of her leg, and it was likely the vice-like grip of her left hand would crush Primo's head like a tomato.
Primo was in luck. Even in this situation, she had lucked out.
Both of Shiro's crimson eyes had looked up towards Kuro, Paur and Valoel. Shiro's reasoning and judgment had been non-existant. Her current thought process was like that of an insect. She could not solve complex problems, and her I.Q. was lower than Zedyx's and Redflames.
The monster of white had released Primo's ankle from her grasp, and slowly she raised the body of the Nano-goddess up while continueing to hold her head.
"H. . hdjdkuei . . keueikekeuiii!!!!!!!!!!!" She tried to speak to Primo, but Primo could not understand the language, and even if she could she felt like her head was about to be crushed.
All Primo could do was watch Shiro's movements out of the vision of her wide plasma-like eyes.
*booom!*
Like a cannon-shot Primo Victoria had turned into a projectile. Her entire body had flew through the air with more force than a railgun!
Kuro had been the target of that attack.
The air infront of Primo's body had turned red due to the wind friction. She had looked like a meteorite or spacecraft on re-entry.
The Black-matter Goddess had lightly swung her left arm forward, and as she did a sword formed within her grasp. That sword had then intercepted Primo Victoria as easily as a middle-class white man playing badminton.
*BOOOOM!*
Primo's body had been returned-to-sender.
Shiro had grabbed Primo as Kuro sent her back.
This was Primo's chance.
The Techno-Goddess put her right hand onto Shiro's choker-styled electrode.
This was check-mate, she would deactivate the device that allowed the #1 to use her ability.
But....
(The battery is gone? She's not using her ability?)
Confusion swept over Primo's mind, but... >>>>>>>>>>
Whose eyes had his queen just found interest in? That thought had momentarily disconcerted the king before he realised it was that one female. What man doesn't want a trio with lesbians? Probably a faggot like Ohm. In the Demiurge's case that thought excited him as he flicked his tongue out, full of his usual lunacy.
Valoel's spear was but a couple of meters away and then *BAAAAAAM* it collided on a nigh-invisible wall of enhanced monochrome and much to the seraphim's surprise and 'miscalculation' had not been able to break through. His weapon, imbued with tons of holy energy, had failed to *penetrate* the lunatic deity's solidifed enhanced monochrome and was even dealt with without a freaging dent in it?
Certainly the monochrome had been fueled to its USUAL maximum power and even further beyond but even so the grand angel had expected his spear would have broken through it because his monochrome had been used for selfish-evil purposes recently; yet there it was dealing with his Tenjo as usual. Had Valoel really 'miscalculated' that badly?
No. The reason was obvious. Black-matter irradiated by enhanced monochrome. Probably the hardest thing in existance right now, best thing about it is it's not supposed to even exist to begin with; so divine and otherworldy it was just too much out of any normal realm, such a combination was EVEN beyond godly. Having been allowed to absorb black-matter had made Monochrome too damn powerful but at the same time so had black-matter having been irradiated by the former in a non-harmful way; supportively.
Kuro herself had been irradiated by monochrome. The Demiurge himself was partially black-matter.
The angel of peace let out a sigh, slightly daunted by that show of defensive strength yet was definitely not anywhere near down as he mentally commanded his spear to return to him. However, both his own and the lunatic deity's attention was quickly caught by the arrival of a female 'angel', who started fucking up Primo before anybody knew what had hit her.
Despite her halo and angel-like wings that creature was certainly NOT holy and Valoel could not stand idle and watch her have her way after having dislocated Primo's ankle in such a zesde way. Maybe his diabolical leukocytes had fucked her sanity up even more after having assisted her healing following the fight with that arch demon, who got Zestied, PPV etc. Fuck knows, she was probably like that to begin with and her altercation with Zedyx made her lose even more brain cells; or it was like that because her collar had no battery anymore. /Shrug./
Unfortunately for Primo... as Valoel had dashed forward with supersonic speed, even that fast was easily trackable by the Demiurge inside his own world, as he passed by him he found himself getting facepalmed by the latter's right hand. "Where do you think you are going with your oral rape?~ ☆" Kuro had definitely 'affected' him as well, not just her black matter his monochrome.
The speed at which Valoel was running, given such unexpected 'interrupt' by the lunatic deity, ended up with the former having a divine middle finger in their mouth that poured a thick, white fluid inside the angel's mouth. A feeling of profound revulsion overtook the seraphim as he spitted out in repugnance. Such a gesture of contempt and anger was unlike the angel of peace but having just been forced to taste a mix of human and fuck knows (not even the Demiurge himself does) what else's semen caused Valoel to expectorate like an amateur teenager.
Meanwhile, Termo was STILL struggling to get up, he could sense and in away feel Primo's pain. Memories of his comrades' deaths begun haunting him and it was then that Primo's ankle got dislocated; said dislocation had been HIS trigger. Termo HAD to get up even if he could not stand he could STILL fly; by straining his mind that could obey him UNLIKE his body.
And that is exactly what the nano-hero did. He'd flown upwards like lightning, such speed was harmful for his 'broken' HUMAN body but nothing his nano couldn't deal with. He had planned to intercept the badminton ball (Primo) but alas he had been too slow... almost... (The battery is gone? She's not using her ability?) Their thoughts were connected, kinda, they knew what the other though, when 'stated' openly like that, that is.
What ablity could do stuff like that and relied on a battery? The strongest level 5 esper's, vector manipulation, that's what. The one who had destroyed armies as a kid (if I'm not mistaken) someone Termo could not NOT had heard about. Code named "Accelerator" that esper was feared by the millitary because nothing they used work on her and even Termo did fear her. Nevertheless...
At the thought of losing another comrade he had fearlessly faced what should have been his greatest fear, as they had all been warned to never engage in combat with said esper; Shiro-yasha. Termo's fractured body roared like thunder in the monochromatic world as he covered the remaining instance in a flash, that was definitely INHUMAN but something else inhuman (the other meaning ;c) was about to occur the next moment.
Shiro had placed one hand around ...mo's neck and her other onto ...mo's shoulder. Her actions had happened so fast that her non-existent-ish comprehensibility probably did not give her the capability to understand that she had just taken a hold of someone else. Yes, Termo had come from below with such speed Primo should have been forced at least a bit away - just enough for himself to take her spot, only millimeters away from Termo.
The intense grip of Shiro's hand'd had shattered the bones in TERmo's shoulder. And in the next instant a color-show of crimson'd had MOMENTARILY dyed the skies as the bones, tendons, muscles, fat and veins of Geoffrey's LEFT arm would have been pulled apart and snapped like noodles; only to be monochromed in an instance, to the point of disintegration.
("I bee lee veen u.") [[Veen = Peat in Dutch, random.]] That one sentece was meant as both a goodbye "I'll be leaving you." as well as deuces "I believe in you." The rest was up to the nano-goddess. The trillions of them that remained would be hers to command - alongside her own.
The nano-fool had done that one last stupidest thing he could have ever done. At long last, he had managed to force himself beyond the nano's will. He had finally managed to put his life before someone else's; sacrificing his very own entity. Third time was going to be the charm for Geoffrey Termo, third time he lost his left arm, third time he would knock on death's door. He knew that very well, his death was inevitable, yet he welcomed it; after having forced his body at such speeds, at the cost of the rest of his stats, followed by being casted towards the ground like a 'pissy' falling star.
Finally, a falling star could grant him his ideal soldier wish; to die on the battlefield - and what better star than himself to be the one which grants it?
ueki had looked confused yet still sexually aroused, Shiro was one kinky bitch. Unphased by what she had just done to Primo and Termo (Zesde does worse, honestly) he had tried to slap her butt with his right hand; hoping his devilish skin (being from hell might not be redirected?) could be able to touch her OR he was so fucking oblivious and horny he couldn't think with his head - not the one that wasn't a dickhead, literally.
He hadn't dropped his sword after having removed it from the dragon's belly and getting sent to the stratosphere, surprisingly, he was smart enough to hold on to it with his left hand - but that added even more heat for the monochrome to feast on yet helped in keeping him safe along with the immeasurable amount of hellish energy he had been bukkaked with by his beloved daddy; Zesty-dono.
As for Paur Huangdi? He was on his way to assist Shiro, earlier, against the glass-ant but stopped midway after seeing her enter retard-op-angelic mode and curbstomping the 'poor' machinery. His presence ignored by Shiro or not even noticed, luckily, hidden in a way he was not seen as a threat as a 'harmless' black-mamba; compared to the true monochromatic world of black matter, he wasn't shit, after all - nothing but an abnormal flying snake.
He had found something to eat though, yet did not plan on digesting it as he landed on the ground, shortly after Shiro had shot off into the stratosphere; Paur Huangdi himself had followed in suit not too long after having 'grabbed a bite'. Just what was this snakey - underrated - fucker planning?
"You platued at level 3, but with the right circumstances you became a level 5. But, your pre-mature wings have flown you too close to the sun, and like a moth to a flame.... However it will be interesting...."
A thin smile tore across Aleister's face as he turned his vision to the left. There had been information displayed upon a holographic screen, and what he had saw had caused his smile to widen ever-so-slightly.
The true purpose of Academy City and the level 5's had been to turn Aleister Crowley into a physical omni-present God against whom any thought of resistance would result in unmitigated massacre.
He would go above and beyond the territory and base-specs of God.
"Soon~"
<<<<<<<<<< A heavy weight had taken ahold of Primo's heart as she watched Termo take her place inside the grasp of the strongest level 5 esper, Accelerator. A monster that could fillet the skin from a persons body by touching them, reverse the flow of their blood, or even detonate the bio-electricity in their brains.
Fighting her was not a fight. It was a One-way Road. All Shiro had to do was touch her opponent and she would win. She did not need to think about defense, she could simply take the fastest route to her opponent and win.
"S-stop..." Helplessly Primo had held her hand up towards Termos back. She was tired of seeing him get hurt. She was tired of seeing him float between the realm of alive and dead.
"STOP IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
Her voice had then caught in her throat as his arm was torn from his body like a child ripping a stuffed animal.
Her hand trembled.
"Stop it...."
The glow of her eyes intensified....
"STOPPPPPPP ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Suddenly Primo had hunched over while crossing her arms over her chest, "I SAID STOP IT!!!!!!!!!!"
Numerous metallic constructs had tore from her back like blades. They had looked like the legs of an insect trying to crawl out of her back!
Termos body had then fell like a star, and at the same time a tear had dripped from Primo's cheek.
Slowly a mechanical ring of nano had formed above Primo's head. It had looked like a mechanical Halo.
The six-leg-like appendages protruding from her back had then spread out like skeletal wings.
She was a mechanical angel, the engineer.
Primo Victoria, The one who wields the power to build the territory of God. (神の天国を構築するための電力を振るう人)
But would that be enough to stop The One Who Wields The Power of God?
Primo had fanned her wings out, and in the next a jet-stream of black fire had burnt into the world as she flew towards Shiro with killer intent.
How long could Primo hold onto such unrealistic ideals? The current state of her body had not been enough to contain her new found ability, and even now the inside of her body was being ravaged by stress. Her internal organs busted, her veins clotted, popped or tore, the muscles and ligaments of her arms and legs were shredded, but she did not stop. Even as her new-found ability to control and create Nano repaired and replaced her destroyed flesh, she moved on. Even as the stress of her own ability and the Monochrome world ate at her heart, she moved on. Because that pain was nothing compared to the thought of losing Termo.
A holy energy had emnated from Shiro's body like a protective barrier. That barrier had defended her from Jukei's hand. He could not touch her, the holy-light would have burnt his hand to a crisp the instant he touched her. Although he would have instinctively retracted his hand before doing so, because he could obviously sense that holy energy. But Shiro was not an Angel, so what was that holy energy?
Angels and Seraphins like Veleol had fallen under the Aoen of Osiris, that was the archetype that their ability was based in. The more believers a religeon had, the stronger their Angels and Gods. This was especially true for Christianity. However, there was another archetype that could rival even that.
Science.
The amount of believers in Science had far out-weighed the believers of Religeon. This was mostly due to Academy City, showing the world the true power of technology and debunking the myths of old.
The Angels of Science had stood in an interlocked 1 v 1 v 1.
Kuro had spread out her six malevolent black wings that were dotted with numerous eyes.
Primo had fanned out her six mechanical wings that looked more like tendrills than wings.
Shiro had spread out her two angelic wings that seemed out of place.
The Black-Angel had hesitated as the blank stare of crimson eye's were directly her way. She had felt as if a cold-dagger had pierced through her chest.
Her hesitation had costed her the upper-hand.
The Scientific Angel of Pure-white madness had swung her arm out towards Kuro like a claw. However she had not intended to hit the Black-matter Goddess with her hand, she had taken control of the surronding atmosphere!
A condensed ball of Black-matter and Monochrome had converged upon Shiro's hand, and she threw that mass of black and white at Kuro like a fast ball.
Shiro had played true to her name, she had wielded the power of God, she had wielded the Monochrome.
But, that would not threaten Kuro.
The ball of Monochrome and Black-matter did nothing to her, it had simply turned into a powdery substance as it collided with her body. She had touched the territory of God, and became one with that world.
Even on this stage, Primo Victoria had earned her right to play center.
A thin-screen of nano-machines had spread out from Primo's body, and as they did the machines had re-written the data of the very universe, and she had begun to construct an artifical heaven within the Monochrome world.
She had gained the parameters required to build the territory of God.
The monsters of science had simply been showing each other a sample of their abilities, and soon, they would truly and seriously clash.
"What do you think you are doing, Geff?" A familiar voice had echoed throughout the 'dead' Termo's head, followed by another. "Giving up like this?" More and more familiar voices echoed throughout the nano-hero's head, one after another. "What about our sacrifices?" They stopped for a moment, to let him think, before continuing. "Did you really think YOU dying is what WE died for?" The figures in army-camo had shook their heads before Termo.
Geoffrey had crossed over to the next dimension, he was truely 'dead' this time!?! "We gave our lives up for you, knowing you would have done the same, Golgi! We died because your life was more important than ours, fool! None of us could handle the nano, they rejected our bodies but you were different, you handled them while dehydrated, stop shaming yourself and get out of here; get back on the battlefield right this minute soldier!" But Termo was dead, how could he even if he wanted?
A voice of a partner for whom he had cried and raged about when he lost them was heard from behind him. "Geo-kun. You promised you wouldn't let another one die, didn't you?" The feminine voice had spoken, centimeters behind him. "If you die, you can't protect her, you know that right?" Geoffrey Termo was speechless. He had done failed them all, hadn't he? "..."
No matter how much he wanted to turn around and hug his previous partner he could waste NO time as the MOC-nano who had been shocking themselves to multiply and sacrifice the multiplied, in order to assist Primo's healing etc, took matters onto their own hands(?)... "Partners are supposed to work together, you tried doing things alone, that's what got you here." The final voice had been his late-commander advice, a reminder of how they were supposed to work, yet an order more than a friendly advice.
As for Jueki he had noticed Shiro's hax energy and withrew his hand and noticing those crazy angels were about to get cray up there he dispsersed the diyu below his feet and begun falling back down so as to check on his sister and the potential rape-victim he had yet to rape. He was failing so hard in getting some that the thought of Zesde getting dissapointed and fucking him in the butt was starting to haunt him at that moment.
Valoel's holy energy had continued to support Primo even as she entered her ungodly-related angel-like form. Her intentions weren't evil so stopping the support would have been so... hypocritical? As for the monochrome, as Valoel punched the Demiurge on the chest he did little to no damage at all. The Demiurge hadn't been using his monochrome to harm them negatively, they had been protecting themselves from nothing but the black-matter's effects to be specific.
The reason God's fist hadn't rekt the demiurge's body apart and going as far as to destroy his core even had been just that. There had been no ill intentions behind his actions to begin with, he might had gone a bit overboard but that he had already made up for, he had never intended to sin. He knew how the Sandalphon's power worked very well and knew what he needed to do to counter them.
"..." Without a word, Valoel had dissapeared, assumingly returning to the heavens. The way he looked at the Demiurge however, was as if 'I'll keep an eye on you!' not being agitated by forcefully taking semen inside his mouth. That was how unagitated the angel of peace was.
"!?!" Had the strongest esper just manipulated his monochrome and black matter together or what? Maybe it was because Paur had his focus on Valoel, that had to have been it, there could be no way someone else, other than the Demiurge himself, could have been able to control his divine otherworldly power without his concern... right?
A sinister grin had tore across the lunatic deity's lips. Just what were in his mind, what was he planning. He wasn't even serious, yet, but knew how to fuck every single one inside his world... or at least so he thought he could do. He was just that confident, he deemed himself beyond the one true god, after all. What happened to Kuro did not bother him, too much, he had the power to revive her, if needed; although he doubted the latter would be required.
"?!?" Those nano-humans were truely amazing, deserving of his respect and that was why he had kept them alive up to this point to begin with. The Demiurge wasn't one to kill for no reason, especially those that amused him that much. That was why his knowledge was so great, he had seen a lot of epic stuff but even these humans never failed to amaze him one bit. Being able to create her own world over his, AGAINST his will, was truely stunning; but remembering the nano's anti-hax related combustion he thought that they must have been in play... but were they really, or had Primo's 'evolution' ascended them all to a whole new level?
The Demiurge did not know for sure so he stood there, a safe distance away from the 3 angels of science as he prepared to watch their cat-fight - oh - so eagerly looking forward to their show of power and ability. All the while, harmless lunatic laugher would echoe throughout the monochromatic world, adding lunacy and despair to the weak-willed adversaries - not knowing when it would become lethal or not - but were they even aware of such power to begin with?
Primo Victoria had ascended the power-scale dramatically. She had gone from a level 3 to a fully awakaned level 5 esper in ground breaking time. However, this was not as unusual as a person might think. Her personal reality; A.K.A. the source of her powers; had been heavily influence by a certain someone, and seeing him fall had send her very soul over the edge.
"I'll make you pay...."
She grit her teeth and as she did a gold substance had formed within her palm.
Even now her power had been ascending.
That gold ball had been made up of trillions of nano-machines. They had been fundamentally different from the ones making up her wings and coating her body. These were a v2 of those nano.
Even now her ability had been evolving.
Those golden machines had not operated on electricity like its predecessor. They had been fueled by raw magic energy; Thelesma. Similar to how all esper abilities are molded forms of of raw Psychokinesis or Psychic energy, Magic, Aura and otherwise all other supernatural abilities fall under the category of Thelesma. Raw Magic Energy.
That had been the same energy that Shiro's halo and wings were made up of.
But that gold ball would not intimidate the other espers.
"Don't direct those lust-filled eyes towards Shiro; The #1 is my prey~☆" Kuro had advanced on Primo and in the next instant a pair of black wings had sliced through the air like the blades of a guilotine!
*BANG!*
The pair of Black-matter wings had slammed against a.... golden pole?
In Primos hand had been a long lance that she held horizontally to block her body. Both of Kuro's blade-like wings had come to a stop against that pole. It looked like she blocked the stab of a sword with a pole.
"You don't get it do you? I can see everything. I can see your AIM-dispersion field; and I can read your next move before you even make it!"
All six of Primo's wings had closed down on Kuro like a venus fly-trap.
"Don't get cocky!"
Kuro had then retracked her wings, fanning them back to push away Primo's.
But those two had made a mistake. They had ignored the real threat.
Shiro's crimson eye's had narrowed forward and she made up her mind. She needed to deal with the danger at hand to best ensure her survival. That was what the basic human instinct control her actions told her to do.
The demon-like angel of white cut clear across the sky, advancing upon the other two.
An odd noise had rang out as Shiro slashed both of her hands towards Primo and Kuro.
She did not touch them, but....
"A-ah.... W-what... is this?"
The Black-matter Goddess had been frozen in place.
"I c-can't m-move...?"
The Mechanical Goddess had grinded to a hault.
"H I . . kdk ju iwo u u ...... Ku..... jwek k ?"
The pale-white monster had attempted to communicate, but to no avail.
Both of Shiro's hands had been several centimeters away from both Kuro's and Primo's foreheads. Her hands had closed, and slowly she trapped something within her grasp.
An espers ability was brough into the real world by their AIM dispersion field. This had been a small field surronding all espers that emmited a small pulse of power similar to their own. A pyromaster would slightly heat up the enviroment and an electromaster would emit electromagnetic waves.
Shiro had taken control of their AIM dispersion fields. Both of her hands of pestilence and death and grasped at the invisible field surronding both espers. Direction. Shiro could control the direction of any thing in existence. What would happen if she 'moved' the AIM dispersion field of an esper?
"K-uei... KEUEIKEKEKEKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
A demented look flushed over her expression and she foribly tore their AIM dispersion fields from their bodies.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Both girls had let out a blood-curdling scream as an unimaginable pain assaulted their entire body. It was like having all of the veins in their body torn out.
All of the Black-matter had instantaneously disapeared. Every bit of it had left existance! Her body had peeled away around a certain part of her head, and soon all that remained was a small murky part of brain that fell through the sky like a rain-drop.
The same thing had happaned to Primo. All of her nano-machines had left this plane of reality, and her unconscious body fell from the sky like a bag of bricks.
The other two angels had been reduced to a piece of brain and a falling teenager.
The pale-white angel had then turned her attention to Paur.
" Kekeke..a.a. KEUEIEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Shouted the monster while attempting to communicate with him.
[Monochrome side]
The twin engines of the large HsB07 had roared out into the sky like thunder. It had been a large air-craft with a 100-meter wing span. Normally it was a military-grade supersonic bomber that flew at speeds over 7000kkph. The air-craft had no on-board missle counter measures or manueverability; but it could simply out-run any type of missle of aircraft used by the world outside Academy City.-- However, this had been a specially modified bomber meant for the transportation of VIP Personnel.
"Here is a map detailing the damage." Spoke a young woman with long black hair. She had been a level 3 esper, soldier and elite hacket of Academy City-- Primo Victoria.
"So everything in black and white is where 'he' has been, right?" Questioned the woman with red-hair. She had been a level 4 esper named Kurayami.
"Yeah. Our job is to just hold him back until the level 5's can be deployed. Their not exactly easy people to get ahold of, y'know?"
"Yeah, I know. Also, your eye's are so fucking creepy." Spoke Kura in disguist.
"....... Right...." Victoria had nervously averted her eyes in response to that comment. Her eyes had looked like plasma orbs and had been un-blinking.
"I mean you could at least blin- H-huawh? W-wai--" Kura's words were suddenly cut off as the bombing bay to the supersonic bomber was suddenly opened. The mechanical rails of the door had not malfunctioned; nor had the pilot planned to/ or accidentally opened them.
Primo Victoria had opened them.
She had been a Technopathic esper.
It was in that moment when the object of red and black had fell from the sky.
Meanwhile, not too far away, close to the Demiurge, another man had confronted the lunatic deity in hope of buying enough time for his comrade - he was not inside the monochrome, of course.
"Yo, you look pale as a ghost."
In all seriousness, the 'unknown' male had spoken. Much to Paur's surprise, to be seen by a human.
"Oh, so you can see me, mortal? Come to die like the rest, haven't you?" Spoke the deity within the center of the vanguard-monochrome as he continued towards the Academy City, not bothering to turn around to face the other man.
"Die? I don't plan to. I came here to stop you. Tokyo is one of th--- no, it's the biggest city in the world and I can't let your achromatic plague be spread in there!"
"Why must you all throw your lives away like this? Do you not value the vitality you have been gifted by my sibling?"
He did not stop even as he spoke to the other guy, he just continued walking toward the Academy City, closing in to the village - dangerously.
"It is because there are people we want to protect that we choose to put our lives on the line, for their sake." The human calmly spoke to the god as he drew his pistols. "If throwing one's life away is what it takes to save millions..." He raised them and pointed 'em towards the one who considered humankind as nothing more than fuel. "...then so be it!!!" Simplistic, humane, heroic; that had been the resolve of the young man known as Geoffrey Termo - as he pulled the triggers repeatidly. ("Don't fail me now, nano!")
< Unbridled Resolvedness >
|| The many sided clash... [Incursion_Point] ||
A pair of plasma-like eyes had quickly scanned over a large amount of scrolling code. She had been standing in the cargo-bay of a supersonic bomber; but the onboard momentum countermeasures and her magnetic boots had kept her planted onto the steel floor.
Primo had then glanced over at a small clump of matte-black machines; Or Nano to be precise. She had a handfull of them from her encounter with Termo, and had reprogrammed them to ignore the 'master' net-work. In other words, she hijacked a handfull of Nano from Termo, and was using it as a medium to contact him.
(Hey Termo, can you hear me?)
Primo's words had been linked directly to his mind, like a voice in his head. She had been using his nano-network as a medium afterall. Really, it was surprising she didn't blast music in his head.
(Hold him off as long as you can, ETA is 1 minute for reinforcements!)
The supersonic bomber had then looped back, taking a wide turn due to its speed of 7000kph.
"Fox one!" Shouted Primo as several black-boxes fell out of the large HsB07. The size of each box had been 2 x 1 meters each, and they had looked like black coffins. There had been about six of them in total, and they had alit like rockets. Those "rockets" had soared through the sky at an unimaginable speed; aiming somewhere behind Termo.
(The 'packages' are out; I'll be on my way i- Huh?)
Suddenly the entire supersonic bomber had shaken as if it hut major turbulance.
The synthesised voice of a young woman had then spoken, "Hull breached, major malfunction... Core status red..."
?!
Confused Primo had glanced at a wall of the aircraft. Using her ability; she had known exactly where the breach was.
Like a pin through paper; Kurayami had fell through the supersonic bomber....
What was the chances of that?
Primo had known exactly what was to come next.
That technological soldier had jumped out of the bay-door and as she did the plane behind her had engulfed in a blaze of brilliant orange flames.
Kurayami had grinned while mumbling to herself; "That's Karma for you, bitch."
But her victory did not last long.
The earth had shook violently as Kurayami's body struck the concrete floor. She had been an object with a weight of nearly 1,000 kg. A large crater 20-meter had gouged out the asphalt, and in the center of it all had been a certain level 4 esper.
Kurayami had slowly stood up wile brushing back the crimson hair from her face, "It's a really good thing I quick saved." Idly commented the girl who had just struck the ground without any type of parachute or assistance. But, she was not unscathed. Although she looked to be unharmed... There had been segmented plates along her skin with cracks running between them, and slowly a lava-like liquid had seeped out of the cracks. The plates had then fell to the floor with drops of her 'blood' and as it did the blood had melted through the asphalt. That had been her external armor; The thin plates of 'earth' coating her entire body; that had been her defence.
Primo on the other hand had caught herself mid-fall, by using the thrusters along the special type of boots and gloves she had currently been wearing, "That bitch...!" Cursed the un-blinking techno-sage. "I'll get her back...."
"Futile..." The Demiurge's lunatic voice echoed inside the monochrome as pressure was applied on the nano bullets fired by Termo's pistols; most of them hit the floor before reaching the demiurge who did nothing but harden the part of his body, where they would hit - easily guessed with the use of echolocation-like passive ability of his while inside the monochromatic world. - barely getting tickled considering their force had been greatly reduced by the time they had landed on the deity's body.
("Fuck me, I can't even get his attention.") Termo cussed himself underneath his breath as his nanosuit materialized on his body. ("It's worth a try!") It was morphing time. Since not even his nano-ammunition could get through to Paur, Termo decided to risk it and step inside. The lack of oxygen wasn't going to be a problem, thanks to his nano-helmet's rebreather unit's supply of oxygen; nevertheless, that was suicide for a human.
Surprisingly, the nano could not be penetrated by the monochrome and Termo's body was safe seeing as some of them imploded, releasing their special anti-weaboo-ness and by keeping it inbetween themselves, in order to prevent getting 'infected' by the otherwordly divine radiation, were able to keep their master safe; crafty little fuckers' sacrifice weren't in vain. Not even the monochrome's pressure could get to him, as it had to Kuro, just because it couldn't penetrate his defenses Termo could move almost freely inside it.
"Wether you are a prodigy or not I couldn't care less. My power far exceeds yours and even without my radiation I could kill you any moment I chose too so I wouldn't suggest you trying to get in my w---" The Demiurge was cut off as he was punched on his right cheek, sent skidding on the ground almost all the way outside of his monochrome. "You better look at me when you are talking to me!" Had Termo just lost a few brain cells or not? Yeah, he had raised his strength to 200/100 by dropping the other 4 'main stats' of his to 30/100 (endurance and speed) and 20/100 (dexterity and intelligence) out of their original 60/100; thus efficiently doubling his MAXIMUM striking power to the point even the god had felt it.
Paur had certainly looked pissed off as he got back up though, a filthy human to lay hands on a god like him was uncalled for and he was planning on cutting them off (Termo's hands) as he reached for his 'Sword of Monochrome' with his right hand; such were the malicious thoughts that run through the Demiurge's unsound mind - one thing was certain, senpai had noticed Termo-kohai...
|| Welcome to the concrete Jungle. [City_Kids.] ||
A series of small explosions had rang out behind Termo as his fist struck God. [Demiruge]
But, it had not been an after-effect of his strike...
*Pffssshhwwaaa~* A sound like water being poured onto a hot pot had hissed behind him, creating a light veil of white steam.
There had been six cylindrical objects that had looked like coffins. They had been fired from the HsB07 just a few moments before, and struck the ground with intense force, yet had seemed indifferenced. The doors had then slowly opened, letting out more steam as the figurres of 'soldiers' stepped out and into the world.
"....." Silently they had stepped out of their coffins and into the crater. Their outfits had made them look like bikers wearing body-suits. Their helmets had been blasted back, making their heads look alien-esque.
Five of them had been holding odd-looking black assault rifles that had a bayonet fix on them that looked like the blade of a Katana. Furthermore there had not been clips in their rifles, and the guns had seemed to be just a part of their hands.
The sixth soldier had stayed near the coffin, crossing his arms while moving his fingers like a puppeteer.
The five soldiers had moved in unision, baring their rifles and 'gliding' into the monochrome several meters behind Termo. They had moved using blades at the end of their feet that had looked like roller-blades.
But, the most disturbing thing of all....
They had been completely unhindered by the monochrome world.
The Demiruge would recognize this substance.....
Black-Matter.
(Termo, the soldier's are at your aid now. I've hooked up your nano to their 'Queen' (The sixth soldier) and you can use it as a relay to control the soldier's, you'll find them.... quite stubborn.~) That had been a telepathic message sent from Primo Victoria to Termo, but whatever did she mean by... stubborn?
Primo Victoria had landed upon a certain bill-board over a high-way, she had been about 200 meters away from Termo and the soldier's. Yet, she had still saw their battle in great detail. She didn't have the acute eye-sight of an eagle, or telescopic eyes, but she was able to relay the information through the soldiers 'eyes' to her own vision as simple as watching a video; and as if to add onto it even more, she could watch all of the 'monitors' at once.
One of the Black-matter soldier's behind Termo had then lightly smacked his ass while stepping up besides him, (Damn, nice punch T-chan.) In essence, the soldier's where bio-weapons; making them a mix of biology and technology, it was that technology aspect that had allowed Primo to 'hack' into their bodies and control the movement of their nerves.
The other four soldier's had then struck poses along-side Termo while glaring at the God who had prepared his sword.
They had all been indifferenced by his monochrome, quite stubborn enemies indeed; and if not, at least annoying.
The Demiurge was about to get his 'sword' close and personal with Termo when he noticed the appearance of 6 soldiers made of a substance that had haunted him for longer than he could remember. ("Is that... black-matter?") He wondered and as five of them stepped inside he had no doubts anymore, it really was the same substance that had resisted his monochrome longer than any other had managed to do so in the past.
His yin and yang eyes widened and that timing was almost simultaneous with the slapping of Termo's butt by one of the fag--- black matter soldiers. "...Gay..." The Demiurge mumbled and before even that single word had escaped his lips he had stuck his free (left) hand forward and just as fast fired one tiny beam (of enhanced Monochrome) from each finger's tip that should have made contact with the chests of the soldiers at the same time the word the deity spoke would have reached Termo's and theirs ear drums - if they had any - before they were even finished with their gay poses.
Guessing from his altercation with their real queen he knew that was probably not going to kill them however getting inside them should be all he needs to show those mockeries - of both his and Kuro's power - what happens when they try to bite on more than they can chew. ("Where is she? What did they do to her?") Were some of the loony deity's thoughts, whose lunatic laugher had not been heard ever since parting with the esper of black.
("...") Termo had been left speechless and quite frakly that buttslap had distracted him more than it should have had. If one of Paur's 'supersonic-ish' beams had been aimed at him he would probably either be dead or have a tiny hole on his body somewhere. Regardless, the attack had been made so fast even if he were focused it was VERY doubtful wether he could have had them dodge the beams SOMEHOW - but that did not mean they couldn't block them.
Termo dashed forward, taking advantage of the situation - hoping the Demiurge wouldn't react fast enough after having performed such an attack - and once close to the deity he raised his left arm and tried to bring its fist straight up his achromatic face... however... instead of going towards Paur's face, the fist - the whole damn arm up to the armpit - was sent flying past him as Termo had made that forward movement with it the Demiurge had flicked his right hand faster than the strength-focused Termo could keep up with and thus severed his whole arm (using his sword) with perfect timing.
The one-armed Termo fell on his knees - not from the pain - but from the pressure the enhanced monochrome 'caused to him since it'd finally managed to affect him by getting inside. Sure, his nano could protect his organism from decaying but given said wound they could not prevent the Demiurge from applying pressure instead. He was on four now, struggling to keep his head up - a position very well known to Zesde's victims, dare I add.
Yet the suffering was just getting started... As if he were nothing but an insect - just like Paur deemed humans - the Demiurge had forcefully stomped on Termo's back, who could do nothing but cough out blood in response... close to losing consciousness. The (meta)human felt his back cracking as his belly hit the monochromatic ground with great force SO even 'THAT' spot hurt.
"Try to interfere and I'll disembowel this man... decapitate and feed his guts to his severed head."
The Demiurge wasn't kidding, and even if they had tried to interfere the monochrome around them had been enhanced by his sword and was ready to solidify and harden it in order to prevent interference, if necessary. Termo wasn't responding, was he dead? Probably not. But a human can handle such pressure only for a limited amount of time and the severed arm wasn't making things any easier for his nano either. The ground on his left had been painted red already, its colour retained thanks to the nano within preventing its 'decolourisation'.
"Tell me where the black-matter girl is... and I might let this fool live." Calmly spoke the Demiurge, his voice showing no sign of his lunacy; he was dead serious.
An eerie and incomprehensible sound had tore into the atmosphere of the monochrome world as the numerous soldiers of Black-matter had tiny holes punched through their bodies like Zesde when he can't find a hole and decides to make his own.
However, they had not recoiled in the slightest, nor had they shown any hint of distress.
The holes in the soldiers bodies had then closed up from the inside-out, pushing out any of the enhanced monochrome. The monochrome had reacted in a way that was like water on a water-proof surface, simply rolling out of the wounds and dripping onto the black and white floor.
The Black-matter had compensated and evolved a counter for his enhanced monochrome. Like a vaccine shot, the black-matter had remembered the substance from the fight between Kuro and Paur; and has now changed its other-worldly and non-existent properties to compensate for Monochrome, enhanced or not.
The moment the last of the monochrome left the soldier's bodies, they had all rose their rifles at Paur, aiming for his heart.
"You really are an idiot, huh?" Spoke the lead soldier in an unfamilar voice. It may have thrown the Demiurge off a bit to hear a different voice coming from the Black-matter; It would not be Kuro's voice, as it was Primo Victoria's voice.
"If his death will mean stopping you here, then let him become a martyre!" Those had been the cold-blooded words of the level 4 technopathic esper, Primo Victoria.
*Fff---OOOH!* Suddenly a volly of barbed black-matter spikes had left the rifles of the soldier's, each of them about 0.3 meters long, and aiming for specific parts of the Demiurge: Both elbows, knees, and his tongue.
Despite the situation and how fucked he was, Termo actually smiled - wait, has he even ever smiled before? Too bad nobody could see it. - as he heard his comrade's words, they had been just what he had hoped for. Paur shook his head in dismay at Primo's answer and as the rifles fired their spikes, the enhanced monochrome inbetween them (a meter in front of him, more or less) solidified and prevented them from moving further. Now if they had Kuro's shitloads of energies they could have probably broken through but like that they were even; a stalemate with no effects or whatsoever.
*Stomping intensifies, insert screams of Termo getting roflstomped here.* Enhanced monochrome had begun to circulate around Paur's right hand's index finger as he pointed it towards the leading figure of the black-matter soldiers. He really was stupid, wasn't he? Or maybe not. Once fully charged, its speed upon being fired was going to rival a railgun yet it didn't matter since the black-matter was now immune to his monochrome. (Kurayami: Metagaming lol-u-med-fgt?)
Surprisingly, his finger was suddenly aimed elsewhere towards a certain billboard. "Don't bl---" He was about to fire it but something had cut him off. Next thing you know, both him and Termo were outside of the monochrome, lying on the ground several meters away from each other, however, the immediate-one (not the remnants) had been solidified and begun shrinking so the soldiers inside would be erased from existence along with it - if they couldn't break through it SOMEHOW. What the fuck had happened?
< A few seconds earlier >
("Thanks.") Termo had finally responsed to Primo. He was grateful for how she had handled the situation even though it did not work and just worsened his position. ("This pain, the severed arm, it reminded me of the past; of who I vowed to not let die like their predecessor.")
He had begun to stand back up, but Paur hadn't noticed, he wasn't expecting it. And as if Termo knew what the lunatic deity was about to do, his right fist uppercut Paur with 300% (3 times his maximum strength) and momentarily stunned him as he was sent flying sky-high, as if it were DBZ, before landing on the ground outside of his world.
With the last bits of his energy, Termo made two steps forward before crushing on the earthen ground, knees first, then face; all of which bled and were damaged badly just by that fall - went to show how fucked he was. The ground would soon be painted red as well, but he would much rather die in the world he lived in than Paur's achromatic one.
"Is this what they call, human resolve?" The Demiurge wondered as he got back up. "Such self-sacrifice is despicable." Futile as it may have seemed, it did throw him out of his monochrome and was going to slow him down more than it should. Paur was definitely annoyed and planned on finishing Termo off first instead, since he asked for it so nicely, twice, with his right fist.
A bead of sweat had ran down Primo's forhead as Paur aimed to snipe the pornographic bill-board she was standing on.
However....
(Thanks...) Spoke the girl to Termo via telepathy; She had deemed him expendable, and he had bothered to save her. Primo Victoria would always repay a debt; be it bitch slapping Kurayami for breaking the jet, or aiding Termo for his heroic resolve.
In the monochrome....
The five soldier's of black-matter had wilted to nothing as the monochrome closed; they had not left a single cell behind as they turned into a black-dust, sparkling within the monochrome until fading into nothing.
The sixth monochrome soldier that had looked like a puppeteer had then made its move.
(It's my turn now...!)
*Kcghh... Bbbb...BZZZTTT!!!!!!!!!*
The sixth soldier had slid across the ground, tackling Termo from behind. However he had not thrusted his girth up Termo's ass; the Black-matter soldier had broke like waves on rocks, and the black substance had poured into Termo's wounds.
But, this was not the worst of the ordeal....
Electricity would assault every inch of Termo's body from head to toe; The nano and Black-matter had been splicing together, complementing each other they had re-grown his arm, and further augmented his abilities.
His new Black-matter arm would then slap himself on the ass, and as it did a picture of Primo winking next to a bill-board picture of 'Zesde x Arch-Demon: The 2nd cumming of the Vile-Girth, only on pay-per-view!'
Wait, was Primo coming onto him with such a sketchy picture and the constant slapping of his ass?
Control of his Black-matter arm had then returned to himself, and Primo would no longer be able to slap his ass...
Er, for now.
*Beat, beat, beeeeeeeeep.* Termo's heart had performed its final beats and he could see the light now. Zesde was waiting for him on the other side, he was blessing an arch-demon with his vile girth--- OH LAWD! Suddenly, he had been shocked AWHOLE back to life, his nano found the electricity as steroids and that would further explain how easily he was healed when the black-matter poured inside him, stimulating the nanobrain etc. They multiplied even faster than Jueki was impregnating those bitches back at the village.
Long story short, he went super saiyan 2, his haired were spiking up with electricity sparks around them and all over his body--- if only he were blonde... His strength remained at 300% and the rest rose to 100% themselves. He could raise them even further thanks to the black-matter and the nano increase that compensated for their rise instead of each other stat's reduction. And as his ass was slapped with his regrown arm, Termo jumped back up suddenly and winked towards Demiurge but that was meant to be towards Primo. Er, Kuro's whore-ish black matter was probably getting to him, bad considering nano-senses-stimulation.
"Fag---" The Demiurge tried to speak but once again was cut off as he got kneed on the crotch and elbowed on the back of his neck so hard any normal person would have died from the pain. As his body was falling on the ground, Termo, who had obviously dashed closer to the Demiurge with inhuman speed, pulled a Hwoarang on him after throwing him upwards and fucked him up by kicking him repeatidly on the face in mid-air. His nano were actually preventing the Demiurge from falling and/or going anywhere or trying anything. Along with black-matter the monochrome (especially outside of his world) couldn't light a candle up to the nano.
As he was kicking him he was gathering more and more strength on his right fist and as he stopped the onslaught of kicks, and the Demiurge was falling down, Paur was greeted by Termo's right fist for a third and final time. Said uppercut-punch connected with the power of a rape-deprived Zesde and not only sent Paur flying to the stratosphere but also knocked all of his teeth out and even his eyeballs almost popped out. ("Is it over?") Termo wondered, as he checked himself out, he had given up his humanity once again, to save the world; quite frankly, he would do anything for the sake of humanity, as showed by his unbridled resolve.
Looking up towards the sky, as Paur zoomed out past the clouds, Termo thought he was done for and turned around, giving Primo a thumbs up ~v with his right hand whilst his left one slapped his ass (BETTER BE FOR A THIRD AND FINAL TIME, TOO) resulting in a Kuro-cheeky grin; yet eyes full of gratefulness, as he had died and was brought back by his trusted comrade, who had deemed him as expendable earlier because the situation called for it. That was how the trust in that line of work is, you could take a bullet for someone else yet not hesitate to sacrifice them, if it can't be helped, for the greater good.
Meanwhile, back at the village, Jueki was getting Zesty and Max was being trolled by Kura, his pleas to free him had no effects on her or whatsoever. Real question is, where fuck is Kuro? Oh, obviously Paur plans on being the one to laugh last.
.......
An ill-boding sensation had suddenly ran up Termo's spine after giving Primo a thumbs-up.
Accompanying that feeling had been a cynical voice that held an air of mischief and ill-intent,
(Oh? What is this... A seperate network from my own? Interesting~☆)
That voice was in no way Primo's...!
At the same time....
Primo had felt like something she had seen had vanished; this was because she could no longer see through Termo's eyes; She had lost the ability to see through his sight, and this caused a feeling of worry to sweep over her face, "H-huh? I lost control of the Black-matter... Wait... That can't mean...?!"
Several meters beyond the clouds, Paur was in no way done for. With his "Sword of Monochrome" still within his right hand's grip he proceeded in firing a medium-sized beam/ray of enhanced monochrome that on contact with the clouds evaporated into gas that suffused them with monochrome; especially being storm clouds, that already resembled monochrome in a way, made the decolourisation process almost 'invisible' - if you know what I mean. He emptied all of his SWORD'S load on the clouds, my fucking gawd he bukkaked them.
Gaseous monochrome spread around, covering the clouds; the storm that was about to rain cats and dogs on the city of Tokyo and the surrounding vicinity was used as lightning fuel for it as it aided in the convertion of its own clouds into monochromatic ones, just as the sun rays did by providing the monochrome with heat to absorb. Monochromatic cloud is a creation of a solid mass consisting of frozen crystals made of water and/or various chemicals, suspended in the atmosphere above the surface of a planetary body which has been affected by the monochrome's power.
Whatever the case, the monochromatic clouds' multifarious frozen crystals had already started liquefying, pouring down his special monochromatic rain, affecting everything in a vertical linear, further fueling the demiurge. On contact with the ground, half of the monochrome rain would seep underneath the soil, affecting anything underground, whilst the rest evaporated into gas that spread around like a fog; changing the colour of everything it contaminated as the Demiurge moved from cloud to cloud for apparent reasons while awaiting to see the effects of his monochromatic rain. His barrier may had been 'destroyed' but his last resort bomb (he used decolourisation bomb and sword awhole to affect clouds so much) had brought it back and being inside his monochromatic clouds had causes its span to be raised up to its maximum capacity as the rain fell further fueling the demiurge. The city would be pretty soon drained (within a few hours) of whatever it had to offer as the clouds infection spread and so did the rain's affecting the entire town within minutes... err too op, make it hours.
The monochromatic rain crashing down on the ground like spikes with such gravitational force it could eventually pummel through buildings after cracking the walls in an intense shower, more like extremely durable hailstorm, of the demiurge's true show of strength. He struggled to restrain himself from bursting into extremely loud lunatic laugher, he wanted to see them all suffer before he had the last laugh for sure - which would ironically kill them all.
|| The next level. [5] ||
The Black-matter broke away from the nano inside Termo's body, and begun to all concentrate along his right arm. It hadn't been that his body rejected the Black-matter; It was more like the Black-matter rejected his body.
"Kukukuku~" Laughed his arm as it suddenly tore away from his body, falling onto the floor like wax in the sun, it had begun to bubble and soon a girl had emerged from the liquid in a manner that had defied physics.
She had been a girl with pale-skin that held a purple hue, long black hair and onyx eyes, "Oh? This again~♥" She had completely dismissed Termo, looking over him. Her eye's had narrowed onto the monochrome world as she placed a hand on her hip.
Kuro had then frowned while looking down at her body. She had been wearing a festive black Kimono; "I was having so much fun at the Ichiranasai too~☺"
Between Academy City and the monochrome.... (3 kilometers away)
An orange object had manuevered through Tokyo at a blurring speed, passing cars and creating torrents of pressured air where people were unable to breath for a few moments.
"HAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Screamed the hot-blooded voice while closing in on the monochrome at a relatively high speed....
At Academy City....
A rather dull-looking highschool student had let out a sigh while glaring at the sky.
The clouds in the distance had been raining, and slowly each cloud had been infected; heading towards Academy City.
"Oh come on.. todays forcast was sunny..." complained the boy while scratching as his short unkept hair.
*Swoosh!*
He then suddenly thrusted his hand off to the side, and as he did all the clouds between the monochrome and Academy City had completely disapeared.
An esper.
"I wasn't going to bother with that text; but you made it personal by fucking with the forcast..."
Those were the words of that dull-looking high-school boy.
No one would think it, but he had been the sixth level 5 esper....!
Inside Academy City...
A girl had lightly tossed her cell-phone across her apartment while scowling, "How retarded." Mumbled her delicate lips as she lazily rolled over onto her couch.
And with that, the cities strongest esper had ignored the call to arms.
Near the monochrome....
The sun-light over Kurayami had intensified as the clouds cleared over her head.
However, a frown painted over her face. The area 50 meters in front of her had been raining, creating a very odd scene. One side was dry and sunny, and the other was gloomy and in black and white. It was something that seemed out of a hollywood SF-flick.
"Interesting..." Mumbled the crimson-haired girl while tapping her hand against the concrete block that max had been bound to, "Oh. I should mention, Diyu is kind of like his cum; so you might not want to touch it.." Trolled the girl as the snapped her hand, and as she did the entire block of concrete had shot forward, flying into the monochrome.
She was using Max to test the 'water.' Like a crash-test dummy she threw him into the monochrome, and then would asses the damages.
What a bitch.
A bit away from Kurayami and Max...
"This is troublesome..."
Primo had retreated about 300 meters away from the monochrome, yet still felt a bit un-safe.
(Termo.. Is your ass even alive?) Asked the girl while trying to contact his nano.
Unimaginable pain overtook Termo's body as the black-matter rejected him - not even friendzoned, the slut - leaving his wounds to reopen and his nano struggling to cover everything. But his concern was not about himself, but his comrade, his eyes set on her previous location but she was gone. Had she been monochromed? Termo quickly disregarded such thoughts as he heard her voice. His stats had returned back to 60/100 all after black-matter left his body but he removed an equal amount of them to add on to his speed so he could get away in time before the rain could hit him.
The one-armed soldier was standing on the pornographic bill-board before long, the monochrome raining down on him was cock-blocked by the nano, but couldn't keep it up for long; he easily spotted Primo from up there (nano-link and all) and rushed to her position. He knew that if the monochrome got to her his nano wouldn't be able to protect her for long but if they combined theirs they could proly do something to help the situation. Hardest part is, no idea where the fuck exactly the demiurge is.
Inside the monochrome....
Kuro had glanced around the monochrome while standing under the hail-storm of spikes that poured from the sky like a volly of arrows.
"Now where is he~☆" Hummed out the Black-matter slut as she glanced around the black and white world.
Outside the monochrome...
Kurayami had picked up Jukei's sword; but she did not use it as a weapon. She had looked up at the sky while opening her mouth, and as she did she placed the tip of the sword on her tongue, swallowing it like a cirucs performer.
*Burp~*
Flames had flared from her lips as she flicked her hair back and glanced over at Makismos, "Yo. Welcome back."
So nonchalant!!
Inside the monochrome....
"I GOT YOU!!!!!!!--- AMAZING, UNRELENTING, SPONTANEOUS-ASSAULT................-BREAK!"
A hand had grabbed Kuro's face, and suddenly her torso tore from her lower hald and took flight, being thrown like a fast-ball!
Numerous sounds rang out as her torso crashed through the air, slamming through monochrome rain until coming to a stand still against a wall.
An enigma of orange had stood in the black and white world while clenching her fist.
"You're showing some sickly guts..." Commented the orange girl while frowning.
"The 7th?~✪" Spoke a voice from the remaning Black-matter.
Only Kuro's lower half had been present, but suddenly a series of wire-like Black-matter had tore from her body like a wire-frame being threaded together. Her body had formed once more upon that frame, seeming as if nothing had happaned at all.
The girl of orange had then fearlessly grinned while cracking her knuckles, "Y'know, you shouldn't cause such problems. You are the 2nd strongest level 5 esper, and it ruins all of our names when you paint the world black and white."
She completely mis-interpreted the situation!!
Outside the monochrome....
The sound of foot-steps had rang out behind Kurayami, she had turned to glance at who it was, and for a moment her eyes had saw a high-school boy with black unkept hair, however....
".... Gckh...?!" The oxygen had been ripped from her throat and she fell to the ground.
"If you like oxygen, explain the situation." Demanded the high-school boy while snapping his fingers, and as he did the oxygen had returned to Kurayami's lungs.
The crimson haired girl had instinctively clutched at her neck while slowly sitting up and looking at the boy. (Who the hell is this guy?)
"Well?" Once more demanded the high-school boy while threatening to snap his fingers.
"You're an esper, aren't you?" Spoke Kurayami while slowly standing to her feet.
"I'm the one asking the questions."
*SWOOOSH!* Oxygen once more left Kurayami's lungs as she droped to the floor like a bag of bricks.
The boy had then directed his brown gaze to Makismos, "You. Tell me the situation, now."
Somewhere else....
Primo had frowned while glancing over Termo's wounds, "You need first-aid, now!" Depite considering him expendable; she would prefer to fix him if possible. It was difficult to find good help afterall.
"It looks like the fight is out of our hands.... The level 5's are here..."
Paur Demiurge was just enjoying everyone's struggle against his Monochromatic Rain, hidden somewhere above the Monochromatic Clouds that made it even harder to spot him - given the distance and the camouflage he had in his Monochromatic World. He was getting ready to burst into lunatic laugher so loud that the monochromed part of Tokyo might as well be leveled in one go when he releases said 'Ballistic Scream' level sound attack. If only he had noticed Kuro, perhaps he wouldn't resort to such a deadly attack but given his rage he could not clearly tell who was in his world; especially since they weren't within his immediate vicinity.
Maksimos looked down at the boy that ordered him to explain something himself had no idea about. "If I knew what was going on I would be working on stopping it." That was all that he told him as he struggled to hold back his dragonic part and evil side from taking control, going (uncontrolled) full dragon-rape mode at the time wouldn't be the best for the villagers that still needed help getting further away from the monochrome. "All I know is it eats your energy and then your vitality. I felt that thing trying to reap my life out as if it were a reaper." He added on to make sure the boy doesn't try shit thinking Max is hiding stuff from him or whatsoever; since he had been in it and all he could and did notice something so he let the esper know.
As for Termo, he asked something shocking out of Primo. "Just shock me." He should have been more detailed, god knows what the crazy bitch thought he meant. He was too focused on the monochromatic plague spreading all around them to pay any much more heed to her anyway. He was calm, she seemed concerned about him but he showed no distress in his words hoping to calm her down; in a way.
"Hold onto these, and don't let go." Despite her words, Primo had been currently taping two metal poles to Termo's hand with duct tape.
He didn't really have a choice to let go or not.
That dangerous level 3 esper had then attached an odd metallic object to a large wind-turbine's base. Normally electricity was created by these tubines and sent out; but the fact that it sent it out, meant that it was connected to the place where electricity was stored. With that logic Primo had placed her hand on the base of the wind-tubine while glaring at it with her plasma-like eyes. She was going to send a command to the network to focus the city's entire power reserve upon this wind-turbine.
The wires stringing between the metal poles in Termo's hands and the metallic object had slowly begun to glow red as Primo prepared to feed the city's entire electrical reserve into Termo's hands.
What an evil, cunning, bitch.
The wind-turbine had been reduced to a pile of black-crisp ash and molten hot metal. It had looked like a bomb detonated there, and slowly a girl stood up from under a pile of debris. Her hair had been blasted back like a mad scientist and the front half of her body had been covered in a comical coat of black ash, "Now where is Frankenstein?" Questioned the girl as her unblinking eyes glanced around the area in search of Termo who just had an entire bukkake of electricity enter his body. [Several Trillion-volts to be exact.]
Termo had a bad feeling about what Primo was about to do, but dangerous or not her ideas tend[ed] to work pretty damn well so it was worth the risk - in his opinion, not that it mattered anyway. What he didn't know was that he was about to get a big shock; ambiguous words for the win, both meanings, literally. He was pretty exhausted and was starting to get tunnel-vision so didn't quite see what she was doing - completely oblivious to what he was about to get; zillion-volts, such an indefinable amount of electricity he was about to get, yet he had no choice or say in it.
*KA-BOOM* As if he had just been bombarded by trillions of shock grenades Termo's body got shocked unimaginably much to the point almost anybody else could have died but not the nano-hero. As if they were Popeye consuming tons of spinach the nano felt like god in their domain, multiplying like crazy so fast that Termo didn't even realise how quickly his wounds had healed and in no time at all his lost arm had been replaced with a totally healed one, a completely new one, and felt like he had never suffered any injury/damage to begin with.
After pushing debris aside and getting back up, the first thing Termo noticed was Primo looking like a crazy-scientist instead of his regrown arm; which he hadn't used to push the debris aside, just did with his other one. In fact, he was several times stronger than when he arrived (them stats are balls to the wall right now) and his nano numbered so many he shared some (like some million if not billion) with Primo because he couldn't fucking control them all and make sure they don't go vagabond on him.
Latter part was done after approaching her from behind, patting her gently on the back, twice, as if he was telling her 'Good job partner' while sharing tons of nano with her. They feasted on the ash on the front half of her body only to multiply even further whilst Termo slowly run his right hand down her messy hair so as to get them back straight as they used to be with the addition of even more nano in order to clean them up and multiply EVEN further etc - although, to anybody else, it would have seemed as if he were hitting on her; despite looking up toward the sky instead of her body.
The silent soldier was about to start speaking as his arm was running down her back, right after her hair. Being on her left side, he quickly turned her around to face him as he hastingly placed his right leg inbetween hers. "Sorry." He talked with a serious tone in his calm voice as he placed his hand underneath the back of her head whilst the rest of the arm (along with airborne nano) kept her body from falling seeing as Termo had proceeded in swiftly leaning her backwards toward his left side followed by his own whole upper body, covering hers - whilst his right leg was used to trip hers (in a way) making sure Primo could not resist said 'assault' seeing as she should have lost her balance. Pretty sure Termo was much stronger than her, anyway, especially considering this recent electricity-steroids-boost.
A great number of monochromic hailing had just crash-landed on the spot right next to them - where Primo used to stand. "I couldn't risk it." Termo wasn't sure wether Primo could see energy so instead of warning her he took it on to him to help her avoid it - in a rather inappropriate way, seeming like a sexual assault. All the while his nano had created an anti-monochrome field, several inches around her body, acting like his own nanosuit did as said suit's helmet dematerialized back to numerous nano - momentarily. "Because I love you"
All of a sudden, silence suffused the small 'room' within the nano as their faces were just inches away from each others, their lips just as far apart like they were in that jet that buttraped Eden and made Tokath butthurt for not managing to cut it in half. Although Termo's mouth continued moving, as if he were speaking, no sound was heard until he had closed his eyes for around a minute. Was he about to make out with Primo? One would have thought given their current position and what he had just told her as well as moving his face closer to hers, bringing their lips millimeters apart before stopping - actually managing to prevent himself from kissing her.
He was in fact focusing on manipulating the nano inside his throat to get the fuck off his vocal chords (nano-trolling strikes again) so he could finish his sentence without interruptions; whilst also struggling to take control of them before his forehead collided with Primo's and he hadn't even realised their lips were about to touch each others' too - that just showed how he was seeing the whole situation, as serious as it could get, while the nano were being little horny fuck-devils. "(Because I love you)r enigmatic eyes that just captivate my own... it's as if mine are electromagnetic fields responding to your electrically conductive plasma-like gaze... the feeling I get when we exchange glances... it's beyond my human comprehension!!!"
That speech would have probably got Kuro wet already and Kurayami facepalming, since she didn't like Primo's eyes, however it wasn't meant to be a love confession but a formal statement, fearing that he may die and not get the chance to tell her, admitting that he was attracted to her plasma-like eyes and had wanted to take a REALLY closer look into them for a while. "...it's gotta have something to do with my nano and their love for electricity." And just like that, he moved his head away from hers, helping her stand back up to his right side as the nano raised their bodies back to a perfectly straight stature.
"If you can't see his power then I can't leave you alone... I would hate to see the 'plasma' in your eyes die out." And without much effort, he used thousands, if not millions of his countless nano (on steroids) to create an anti-monochrome (road-like) roof above their heads as he extended his left arm towards the others - the road-like roof also extended all the way to them (Kura, Max etc.) and covered their heads as well (being a good 5 meters above the ground, it could have covered even Zesty-dono.) protecting everybody from the onslaught of monochromatic hailing and keeping the radiation away from them.
"Go help them out." He urged her to follow the path below his nano (through the monochrome) as he gently pushed her forward with his right hand, which he had yet to move away from her back. "The villagers might still need help evacuating." Feeling like one of those bullshit-anime heroes that get their random nakama-boosts (*cough* Erza *cough* AndSoManyMore) and having a lot of nano he would have to get rid off he used them as a mini magical carpet (Kurayaki: Copeefakit - Geo: Shut up, not literally, fat ass.) underneath each foot so as to help himself fly upwards into the monochromatic sky; unnafected by the monochrome just like before, thanks to his nanosuit anti-bs-related-hax. "They need your help more than me, you assisted me more than enough already. Gotta go show that crazy god my peerless resolve, once again." And just like that, Termo had boosted off into the sky as soon as his helmet had re-materialized around his head, right after throwing Primo a thumb up and a confident wink.
It was like flying a jet, only much easier since it were his own body. He easily manuevered himself past numerous monochromatic constructs - either dodging ot blocking some of them with his nano as he pierced the 'heavens' before he had even realised it; his maximum speed had increased to supersonic levels, after all, he was way beyond the clouds. Superman Termo used his enhanced nano-vision and easily spotted the source of all this otherwordly-divine weaboo-ish radiation; Paur Demiurge, the god of the Monochromatic World.
"Again, you can see me?" Paur was amused by this human, he was considering letting him live, if he did not push him too much, but Termo was thinking nothing else than killing this achromatic plague-spreading bastard. From Paur's point of view Termo was like a saiyan, you take them down without finishing them off then they are just gonna come back stronger at you, without even training or anything; crazy zenkai-boost bs bruh. Termo neither nodded nor spoke back to the Demiurge as he flew further into the stratosphere closer to the lunatic deity. As for Paur's voice it wasn't manipulated to increase in volume and lethality the further away it travelled from him so the rest were safe since they wouldn't even hear him; he was planning on having his lunatic laugher be the last they ever heard, after all.
"Entertain me as much as you c--" Paur was cut off as Termo's speed rose unexpectidly and his right fist made contact with the deity's mouth, knocking some of his recreated teeth out. Enraged Paur tried to punch Termo back but by the time he had extended his fist forward Termo's right knee had kissed Paur's left side making his fist miss, followed by his left knee landing on the other side of the Demiurge. Nevertheless, the god was barely phased by physical contact and quickly recovered from said assault and decided to show his true might to the ignorant human seeing as unless he did he would be outclassed.
Termo had tried getting behind him and Paur made it seem as if he couldn't keep up with him but as Termo had tried punching him on the back it was his own chin that got uppercut (for a chance) sending the human flying followed by numerous monochromatic spikes crashing on his back, thus sending him flying even higher - all the way to the stratopause. Termo struggled to recover as he coughed out blood before quickly regaining his balance in mid-air, not wanting to allow Paur to follow up with sword slashes or anything, but much to his luck the cocky demiurge hadn't moved an inch from his position.
"This just makes things easier for me." Termo thought, seeing Paur standing firm gave him an idea. He dashed down at him with even greater speed, the gravitational pull helping him in said increase, but Paur easily blocked every single kick Termo threw at him with just one hand whilst with his other one he scratched his own crotch all bored, unamused and shit. ("Is he toying with me!?") Termo was annoyed, worried and slightly irritated but continued his failed attempts to hit the demiurge by moving all around his body only to get each and every single strike blocked, effeciently, with just one fucking hand.
"May I fight back now?" The Demiurge asked, but it was more intended as a taunt than a request, which Termo reponded to by extending both arms forward and raising each hand's middle finger; several meters away from the crazy god. Paur chuckled at the human's audacity but little bit did he know how fucked he were as Termo had not been trying to hit him and failed purposely for naught. He had realised his hits barely even damaged Paur to begin with so each and every single strike of his had had a hidden intention behind them. As he was moving around the Demiurge and getting his attention with various hits that appeared to be for naught - all the time faking distress - he had got Paur's focus off of the countless nano on steroids that had spread all around him.
"I'm afraid you can't." Termo spoke, so confidently even Paur was slightly worried by the sudden dissapearance of the human's distress and replacement with unexplainable confidence. "?!?" Paur looked around himself worryingly as he noticed the presence of countless of those little shit that dared resist his monochrome. "I was waiting for the chance to show you my nano's true power." Termo's confidence had skyrocketed, Paur's worries had risen dramatically as the nano around him combusted into anti-weaboo particles that threatened to disintegrate even the Demiurge himself; seeing as they had managed to erase even the enhanced monochrome from all around him as they closed onto his entity.
"You can't stop them now! It's over!! Your own arrogance marked your downfall!!!"
A light red-blush had dyed Primo's cheeks in a hue of red as she stood alone, under a roof of nano.
" . . . . " Silently her plasma-like eye's had glared into the sky, watching Termo ascend.
She had not been able to say what she wanted to say. It was not that he left to soon. It was that the words would not come out of her dry throat.
"Baka..." Mumbled the girl as she turned her back on the monochrome world, and began walking down the path of the Nano.
"Prepare the Five_OVERS!"
"Which ones sir?"
"20 of the HsB07, 50 'Six-wings', 20 Dragon-Rider's, 300 of the FIVE_OVER: Modelcase: Railgun, 1,000 of the BM-Soldiers and the Five_OVER_OS"
"The Out-sider?! But it's still a prototype...!?"
"Do you have any better ideas, luitenant?"
"..... How about Five_OVER_00: EVE?"
"That unit is still highly damaged from its last encounter with the original... We will deploy the Out-Sider."
Danger had silently loomed on the horizon as Academy City's military prepared to launch the first-wave of its counter-attack on the Demiurge.
< Warriors Don't Fall. {Bullet for my Valentine} >
"OVER?" Paur bursted out in extremely loud lunatic laugher; in pleasure caused by the nonfulfillment of Termo's hopes and expectations - for as he did, the sound released from his body was so loud that the nano were disintegrated into nothingness and so did their special anti-weaboo power along with their own destruction. The small part they had restored back to normal (colour only) was once again monochromed before the sound had even reached the nano-hero's eardrums, bursting them almost instantaneous; ko'ing the man before he had even realised what had hit him - death was once again reaching out for him as the same sound echoed all around him (fatal only within the immediate vicinity of monochrome, not the rest, so the others were safe even though they should have heard it; this applies to the rest of the sounds made inside the monochrome - until further notice) pummelling his whole body like Zesde pounds the booty.
"I'LL BE THE ONE WHO LAUGHS LAST!" The Demiurge yelled even louder as he dashed forward, with his left hand/arm extended, toward the deafened soldier that was about to finally fall in battle; for good. Unfortunately, before Termo's body could even begin to descend, by falling backwards, he had been caught and held up by the neck - by none other than Paur. With his free right hand he backhand pimp slapped Termo on his right cheek as he tightened the grip with the other. The nano-hero's eyes'd widened and seemed as if they were going to pop out for a second there, just until Paur'd loosened his grip on the former's neck, that is.
"Whose arrogance marked whose downfall?" He mocked Termo and just waited for a reply for about a minute until he realised the obvious; or was he just fucking with him to begin with? "Right, I forgot you can't hear anymore." Once again, lunatic laugher had suffused the monochrome, echoing everywhere inside it, but with a normal tone, that wouldn't harm anybody (but Termo) and just cause them to cover their ears in annoyance - if anything; delaying Kuro's ascension as well.
As if to add even further insult to injury, Paur proceeded in flicking his tongue out, in the form of a corkscrew that he used to penetrate the spot underneath Termo's left eye - on its left, which was covered (as in the picture) by a small bandage. Although it was only there for show, the nano-hero was now going to have a real wound within it as the Demiurge's tongue had sinked inside his head... or at least tried to... however...
Paur had quickly pulled out, slightly horror-struck, seeing as the tongue that had entered Termo's head was gone, it had been disintegrated almost instantly, just like himself would have been if he hadn't used his manipulation of sound within the monochrome power (earlier) in order to get rid of the nano that were threatening his very own existence. "How dar---" Paur was cut off as Termo did something totally unexpected.
"Shut up!" He had urged a god to silence their mouth even though he could not hear him to begin with and he was in no position to be making such requests. "!?!" Paur was just too amused to do anything and just heard the human talk. "I'm going to stop y--!" That was so unreasonably optimistic, coming from a man whose every single bone had been broken and couldn't move a muscle, Paur couldn't hold back his laugher full of lunacy and bursted out laughing once again as he tightened the grip on Termo's neck.
"Sorry, what did you say? I couldn't hear you over the sound of you gasping for air." And just like that, Paur had sharpened his free hand's fingers' nails and teared Termo's helmet within a matter of seconds. "Pretty sure you can't breath anymore, do you?" Termo was in such a desperate situation he could not do anything but sacrifice nano for oxygen straight within his lungs as he was unable to speak anymore - even his vocal chords had been crushed by the latest lunatic laugher of the Demiurge, after all; his nano had been struggling to keep his most important body parts intact with their own sacrifice.
"I wanted to hear you scream, but you just won't bre--" The Demiurge was cut off as he noticed a small tear of sorrow running down Termo's left eye, followed by only one more before seemingly running dry. Even the coldest of individuals couldn't resist crying, even for such a tiny little bit, once they lose something of importance to them - and that had been proven by the Demiurge himself. But instead of being moved by it and letting Termo go, sparing him, he instead freagin' sucked his tears with his recreated tongue.
"Mmmmmmmm.. your tears are delicious!" Termo was disgusted by Paur licking his left cheek but there wasn't anything he could do about it instead of wait for his death as he bid his farewell to his comrade, mentally. "Sorry, I failed, goodbye." That had pobably been the reason he cried to begin with... if only he had lured the Demiurge outside of his world and surrounded him with his nano out there, then the Demiurge would have certainly been as good as done for... without his arm through Termo's stomach.
Wait what? Oh, Paur had forced his free hand through Termo's body as if he were Dr. Gero (#20) fucking up Yamcha; because who hasn't fucked up Yamcha? For the record, nothing but this final action of the Demiurge could have been prevented by Kuro if she interfered, but it's highly doubtful wether she gave a fuck about Termo to begin with. The sound released by the lunatic deity should have delayed her ascension for loldon'tvoidmypostpl0x purposes just until that final point in time that would mark the fall of a modern spartan warrior.
("I can see the light again, but it's brighter now, I want to follow it.") Within the blinding-flash light, a lustrous, white silverish, luminant hand was reaching out for Termo - whose soul was no longer in the earthen realm.
|| Hardcore S&M [Science_&_Magic] ||
Primo Victoria had been surrounded by a post-apocalyptic Tokyo City. She had exited the monochrome some time ago and was currently navigating the destroyed streets of a once busy and bustling town.
"Idiot..." Once more muttered the queen of technology.
However, she had not been alone.
A warm gust of wind suddenly pushed her hair back as something like a large knife cut through the air in an attempt to pierce her heart.
"Oh?" Suddenly a smile had tugged at Primo's cheeks.
There had been nothing before her, or at least nothing a normal person could see. The street had stretched on endlessly in ruin, with broken lights, cracked asphalt, destroyed or over-turned cars and several buildings looking like they got hit by a bomb.
But, something large truly did stand before her.
There was a technology that had compted with OLEDs before falling out of the market, that technology was magnetically-controlled monitors. Whether CRT or LCD, the standard television used the RGB color system or added in black for a four-color composition. On the other hand, magnetically-controlled monitors contructed the image using the CMYK structure.
But what did this mean? Well, the basic idea was simple. A fine powder given the basic colors was mixed into an ultra-thin water tank, and magnetism was used to manipulate them and form the image. The pattern could change in real-time just like a television and the bright colors did not require a backlight as LCDs did, so they had become the next generation of high-tech military deception.
So in truth, it was not invisible. It was simply camoflauged in a manner that allowed it to move seamlessly around the enviroment without the slightest blend at the edges due to its high-tech reactive camoflague.
But there was no technology that could resist Primo Victoria's Technopathic ability. It did not matter that she was only level 3, technology was built on the same basic principle and only improvised.
A pair of Plasma-like eyes had locked onto that 'invisible' machine, and soon the powder had deactived!
It was as sudden as changing the channels on a television set, color suddenly filled the space before Primo and as it did a large monster of Academy City had loomed within the post-apoctalyptic world.
The machine stood at about 5 meters tall and had been about 10 meters long, it had six long legs and a body that was shaped like an insect. The 'face' or 'head' had a pair of long antenna but was missing a pair of mouth-pincers, and instead dawning a clear-round face that almost looked like glass. The abdoment of the metallic insect had been large. Oddly the glass-like complexion of its face had continued at the abdomen, and inside was a visible green liquid that looked like a vat of water.
"What the hell is that..." Muttered Primo in slight shock. She had spent some time in a certain rebellious military that aimed to over-throw Academy City; She had even went as far as to become an esper for espionage reasons. But it did not take long for the City to find her true intentions, but due to the value of her ability; she was put on 'city-arrest' and forbidden to leave Academy City. That was years ago, and now she may come and go as she pleases. But even then, many years ago when she fought against Academy City, she never onced encountered such an odd machine.
There had been a name printed along the frost-colored thorax of the monster-like machine. 'Five_OVER: Out-sider.'
A crimson liquid had danced about the air before staining the cracked gravel of the road.
"?!"
Primo's vision had blurred for a moment. But when she looked down she had known what she saw. Blood had been running through the cracks of the asphalt.
(H-how could it?--) Her thoughts were then cut off as her body was pulled into the air.
"AAAAhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!"
An excrutiating pain had assaulted her shoulders as she was lifted like a doll.
Prrimo rose her shaking hands, and took grip of something 'invisible.'
(It c-can't be... It's resisting...?)
Then a secondairy pair of antenna had took color.
The machine-like beast infront of her had four in total, it had left two of them under the camoflague of the megnetic-powder.
(It was p-pretending to be under my control?)
*Fwoooshhh.....* The abdomen of the Out-sider had suddenly opened up like a glass-display case.
"Y-you can't be serious..." Muttered Primo as blood ran down the side of her lip.
It had intended to 'swallow' her.
Like a bull, the machine had whipped its head up, throwing Primo off of its 'horns', her body had weakly flew about the air, and she was soon taken into the jaw of te glass-like abdoment that closed up with her inside it, sugmerging her in the green-liquid.
Termo's message had not reached her.
A large pile of black machines had been gathered under a 5-meter tall 'roof' of nano. They had been all of the nano that Termo tried to leave with Primo; but she did not take them. She had gave them orders to stay inside the monochrome and absorb the 'ceiling' or nano to further enhance their power. However, they had a second command. It was a command that was activated based on the bio-metric readings of Termo's heart. His heart-beat had shown signs of distress, and 'her' nano had acted on the commands she left.
Suddenly the nano had took flight, like a spear of black, it had shot into the sky on a direct clash course with Termo. Whether it would catch it his falling body, or become a shield, only time would tell.
Meanwhile beyond the clouds...
A delicate moan had left Kuro's horny lips as the Demiurge thrusted himself deep into her squishy body.
"Auuwwhh~nnnn.... Deeper~☆"
Paur's hand had been submerged in her chest, but it had not gone through.
?!
A few moments ago.....
An object of purple had suddenly cut inbetween Paur and Termo like a hot knife. That object had been something like a ghost to Paur and something like a savior to Termo.
With purple-ish skin, a long black feathered dress, and a paur of large 5-meter long wings that looked more like an abomination; She was the cities #2 strongest espers, and self-proclaimed #1.
Present......
"Don't tell me you can't get any deeper than that? How do you expect to hit a girl where she's really sensetive if you can't get it deeper?~♥" Teased the esper of black while fearlessly smiling at Paur.
"Sorry, kid. The adults are talking now." She had then suddenly pressed her hand against Termo's face, and as she did an incomprehensible amount of energy had formed around her hand. She had intended to 'blast' him away.
But, she did not look at Termo.
She simply winked at Paur; Like a Ghost from his past, she had came to haunt the Demiurge.
Meanwhile, Termo was about to see the radishes upside down (greek saying for dying) but instead of his body someone else had taken Paur's right hand/arm's girth inside their own... and all they did was moan as horny as one could get - followed by the stop of the monochromatic hailing.
Only one whore could have acted like that.
Kuro-Ippan; the Black Slut... I mean General.
("That voice?") The Demiurge could believe neither his eyes nor ears as the one he had been looking for appeared before him when he had least expected it - her voice as charming as ever, her black-matter as alluring as always; it's angelic nature had made justice to its namesake, it had indeed touched the territory of a god. ("Could it be another fake?") He wondered, but then the words she spoke out and the way she acted erased any doubt in his mind, it was really the black-matter princess whose name he had yet to find out.
"Dear, this is just the tip.~☆"
His interest in Termo had been diminished and as she pressed her hand against the human's face he let go of him and applied pressure on his body himself so that he would get the fuck out as soon as possible. The gathering of an incomprehensible amount of energy around her hand had been sensed/noticed, being inside the monochrome's immediate vicinity, yet the lunatic deity did not bother trying to peel it down and merely-eagerly awaited the esper's next move as he spoke to her, once again - with his own godly, demented, perverted way.
"You thought a man could excite me, Paur Demiurge, like you do?~♥"
And as he spoke those words, full of lunacy, his free (left) hand would have already sneaked behind her as his name had been personally revealed to her, he had attempted to grope her feathery butt - all the time pushing himself closer to her and flirtatiously flicking his tongue toward her delicate lips (I just had to put that adjective) as his right hand attempted to pierce further through her chest for the hell of it. Apart from Sicilian, it looked like the Demiurge was into French too - the difference between him and Termo was like day and night, the nano would have loved to have him as their host. But his playfulness could mark his downfall, that very moment, as his guard had been lowered dramatically... or just so it seemed!?!
As for Termo, his 'broken' body had been met by a mattress of countless nano in mid-air, nano that had acted under the volition of his selfless comrade - who had not hesitated to make a martyr out of him earlier, to do something like that just showed what an enigmatic esper Primo were.
But what about her?
A lustrous, white silverish, blinding-flash light had suffused part of the monochrome - where she were close to (I read your post, I know Primo exited it xD) - as the Machine had tried to swallow her. The very same hand that was seconds away from reaching out for Termo, had done so for Primo instead. She was now flying numerous meters away from the machine that had been engulfed in flames that had exhibited a blue colour... spreading even inside the Monochromatic World!!?
Primo had been lying down upon the arms of her savior, humanity's saviour. Like her guardian angel, Valoel Sandalphon had spread his Seraphim Wings around her body while levitating with the use of his holy aura. The light they emitted had brightened the monochrome EVEN though it naturally resembled its colours - it wasn't that the Angel of Peace had been monochromed.
The part of the monochrome, that the luminant Grand Angel's wings had shined through, had been restored back to normal as the divine radiation failed to withstand its holy prowess - just as usual. The machine was logically an inaminate object, thus not evil, henceforth his flames could not have affected it like they would an evil being yet nonetheless he had managed to move fast enough to save Primo whilst trying to overheat said being with flames that were more potent than normal ones. MOC had surrounded both of them, just in case the machine were to attack as he spoke to the human girl with his soothing angelic voice.
"ˈwərē nät, mī CHīld, Gäd has nät fôsākən thee. But thy ˈbrəT͟Hər will bē ˈhediNG hiz wā so͞on, if hē ˈdəzənt get help in tīm." As he pointed the way towards Termo, who was probably still airborne lying on his flying deathbed of nano not too far away, a path of MOC had been created, much like the path of nano Termo had made only his could naturally illuminate through the Monochrome - restoring life back to normal as it should have been.
After moving his wings away from Primo and placing her on the beginning of said path, the 5'9" tall Seraphim that weighted no more than 76 kilograms and had a wingspan of not much beyond 3 meters had looked down upon the creation of humankind that had tried to devour one of its own creators' kin as if it had been a vicious devilish spawn of the Awakened Nightmare; Zesty-dono. His 'Spear of Salvation' having been unsheathed from his back, using his right hand, he waited for the mechanic monster to make its next move as he made sure to watch the human girl's back more than his own.
The irregular sound of flames had charcoaled into the monochrome world, and slowly a metallic monster had waltzed through those flames like a demon.
Silently, it had calculated its next move.
Primo on the other hand had been swooped up into the arms of a guardian angel. However, a frown tugged at her bleeding lip as he spoke. (Oh great, another motherfucker who speaks ancient aztek.) thought the techno-princess; but she did not have time to complain. Her plasma-like eyes had locked onto the machine, and she spoke; hoping the creature could understand her, "*Cough* A coating... magnetically manipulated...--" Blood ran down her lip but she continued, "An external armor... exoskeleton... The glass is thermal-shock resistant..." Her words must have seemed a bit jumbled as she tried to hang onto consciousness.
Those plasma-like eyes had then flickered, "cold... freeze.... freeze..... i...-t....." Her eyes had then lost its color, and she fell into unconsciousness.
With that, Primo had been sent up some sort of path.
But her warning was too-late, the looming glass-giant had vanished. With the use of its reactive camoflague it had retreated the scene. However, that would not be the last of the Out-Sider; not by a long shot.
Kuro had let out a soft moan as Paur groped at her plump rear, and in the next moment she grinned with sinister intent, slowly raising her hand up to his face, "Guess what I'm not wearing~☆" Questioned the girl of Black-matter as a pair of Black-matter panties formed out of her hand. She had then placed that pair of panties on Paur's face, somehow joining him in his lunacy.
At any-rate, it looked like she was not there to stop it, and Paur had soon gained an ally against humanities destruction.
"Sir, the Out-sider has failed in obtaining the level 3." Reported one of the scientist to a military general. The general had then took out his hand gun, placing it inside the mouth of the scientist, "You better hope you have some good news to go along with that." Commanded the general while slowly removing his pistol from the scientists mouth.
"T-the good news is that the next closest esper of level 3 or higher... is one of the level 5's.... A-and not just that.... It's the #1...."
*BANG!*
A dull thud had rang out as a .45 calibur round tore through the flesh of the scientists skull. It had pierced through the roof of his mouth, and up through his head, vacuming brain out of the exit wound. He was not shot due to bad news, he was shot due to excitement.
The trigger-happy general had drooled while licking at his lips and trying to contain his raging boner, "THE #1?! THIS COULDN'T GO ANY BETTER!!!"
Just what the hell did the Out-sider have to do with espers? And why did it try to eat Primo?
A bad moon was certaintly rising.
Valoel Sandalphon, being a highly intelligent grand angel - capable of analyzing situations and most sorts of problems extremely fast - did get what Primo had tried to tell him but did not have enough time to react because the outsider went invisible on him and then escaped in fear of the above arch-angel tier seraphim... perhaps? Not sure wether it had truely fled or not, his MOC hardened to be ready to solidify around him in case any distrubance was felt within his radiating Tenjō; his holy energy/aura.
After confirming its escape, Valoel had proceeded in bukkake'ing (BAD ANGEL) Primo with his holy energy that would heal instead of harming her since she weren't evil. The MOC entering her body would assist her organism (and nano) in healing her wounds after closing them as if she had never been assaulted to begin with. However, no matter how much energy and MOC he applied to Termo, he wouldn't respond even though his wounds had been closed and everything healed (even the bones) his heart had stopped beating. Perhaps his time had come? Or will someone shock him back to life?
Whatever the case, Valoel would stand by the humans side while looking up towards the Demiurge. If only he could see what atrocities were going up there between the lunatic deity and the every so crazy black matter general then he would have never planned on going up there to try and stop the former. His aura would have been cleansening the monochrome around them restoring oxygen etc so that the humans could breath, of course.
The lunatic deity was not easy to excite, but Kuro seemed to have found his buttons, as he groped her buttocks, and as she did press them I don't mean she irritated him by that. As he was about to lick her lips she had asked him something in a very innapropriate way and then just gave him the answer by revealing what she had meant to be missing; It was her panties!
Placing them on his face had made him more randy than Randy Orton and he just couldn't resist removing his right hand from her chest and groping her other plump rear with it as he moaned lunatically in sync before dry humping, snuggling and why the fuck not fuggling, too. One thing was certain, the taste of her panties had made him go more cuckoo than Shiro's... and the rest is available in PPV you stingy bastards.
These fucked up beings, I swear Zesde is more sane than them... kinda. However, along the perverted lunacy something the world had never seen before had begun to emerge all around them. Monochrome allowing black-matter to infest the atmosphere (clouds, air, etc) alongside it had created something that could only be described with one world; immortal. As the rays of the sun were allowed passage within, just like the black-matter needed, turning them into deadly harmful rays of light; upon undergoing diffraction through the numerous gaps in her black wings - had made the Sun even a greater source of fuel for the monochrome.
This new world their (re)union had created would come to be known as True Monochromatic World - with a more dominant hue of black than white. Humanity was about to get boned worse than when Zesde goes on his rape-sprees as irradiated (by monochrome) black-matter constructs were about to start raining death upon the ones below the clouds... not that if anybody got close would be safer...
*BOOOOM!!!*
Several high-speed objects had tore through the sky like hot knives through butter. Those large black objects had a wing-span of nearly 100-meters long, and had flew at a speed of over 7000kph. They were the cutting-edge military fighter-jets deployed by Academy City. Officially the model was known as the HsB07. However, this fleet had been modified. The modified jets had an external layer of protective substance coating their metal-frames. Under normal curcumstances the jets could simply out-run a missle. But, this armor was set as a fail-safe. And that armor was none other than a material created by one of Academy City's strongest weapons; A level 5 esper; Black-Matter.
"Oh? How interesting.~☆" Hummed the #2 as she embraced the Demiurge. Her left index finger had lightly trailed up his chest in a flirtatious manner, and she had grinned widely while glaring into the direction of the jets.
(That won't work.)
As the jets entered the Monochrome their Black-matter armor was instantly absorbed, and the remaining metal air-craft were either absorbed by the Monochrome or burnt to a crisp by the harsh sunlight and radiation.
Kuro had then waved her hand out towards the city, "You can't hide from me.~♥"
Suddenly 1,000 Black-matter soldiers had turned away from the Monochrome.
Those were the soldiers that Academy City had hid within the ruined buildings of Tokyo. Black-matter was a substance that could slither around inside cracks like a liquid while retaining it's 'solid' state. That allowed the substance a wide-range of stealth and oppertunities for sneak-attacks.
But those soldier's could not decieve the eye's of the Queen.
(What the hell was that thing....?)
Primo's mind had been hazy, but slowly she had raised her hand while clutching at her temple. Her wounds, pain and physical stress had been lifted off of her shoulder. However, her mind had still been in disarray.
The Out-Sider had been on her mind.
"Don't worry, Termo will be fine.--" Reassured the young girl while glancing towards the Angel, "-- We just need to attach jumper cables to his nipples." If that non-chalant statement wasn't enough to 'shock' Termo back to life, she may truly have to consider clamping his nipples with jumper-cables.
"At any-rate it's a good thing you showed up when you did.... Err... Who ever you are...."
Primo had blinked her purple eye's a few times while scratching at her hair in confusion, "Actually... I've never heard of any esper-ability that allows you to turn the world black and white or heal other people... Are you guys level 5's?"
Born and raised in Academy City; Primo was ignorant to the existant of Magic and Supernatural abilities beyond being an esper.
The Out-sider had silently moved around the debris and wreckage of the torn city. It had numerous shock-absorbant springs built into its metal frame that allowed it to silently absorb its own kinetic energy. That along with its reactive camoflague and sound-insulated body had been it perfectly silent and 'invisible' to the naked eye.
(Error: Failure to capure serial ID: 1000728 [Level 3: Technipath].... Initiating AIM scam..... Detected AIM Dispersion field in grid coordinates C2.... Distance... 367 meters.... 366 meters.......... Scanning Personal Reality.... Scan Complete..... OS has located Serial ID: 0000001.... [Level 5: Vector Manipulation...] Securing Target.......)
The Out-sider had then headed to capture its target....
*BRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!*
Metallic rotary cannons had cut into the air as the mass-produced military weapons unloaded their cannons upon 'soldier's.
There had been a 'swarm' of 300 metallic insects. They had resembled the Praying Mantis. Dawning a pair of blade-like claws, rotary cannons, and shield-like panels on their front legs. They had thin wings that vibrated and allowed them flight, and they had moved at a speed that left after-images.
Those had been the Five_OVER: Modelcase Railguns....
Their cannons were capable of firing Railguns at a speed of 600 RPM. It was likely that the 300 of them could level a large city to nothing within a few hours.
Half of the FO's had marched upon the broken ground, and the other half had been flying at a height of 20 meters, performed gun-runs on the ground soldiers.
A large mass of Black-matter soldier's had fired their rifles at the metal-monsters of Academy City.
The colors of bright-orange and black had whizzed by the air as Black-matter spears rained down like arrows, and Railguns exploded like kinetic punches thrown by the Hulk himself.
Several of the Black-matter soldiers had runned through the debris of Tokyo, there had been orange blast flying past them, but they did not hesitate. They were not human, they were completely made out of Black-matter. These were Academy City's weapons that they used by providing a stimulas to the #2's original brain That had granted them control over the Black-matter. But what happens when the #2 reclaims the net-work for herself? What happens when she secures her original organs? She once again becomes master of the Black-matter network.
It was a losing fight for Academy City.
*SPLAT!*
A railgun had tore through the chest of one of the Black-matter soldiers, but it did not matter. The soldier kept his advance, and within a few moments his chest had healed completely.
The soldier's normally relied on a 'supplier' that would re-supply their Black-matter. Like a puppeteer the supplier could heal and control them. But the supplier did not have an infinite supply of Black-Matter.
Kuro did.
"How futile~♥" Hummed the #2 as she snuggled up against the lunatic deity.
The Monochrome world had become a hellish atmosphere.
A thick-veil of harmful sunlight had burned down through the monochrome in a black-hue. That ray of light had coated through everything, burning it with radiation and other-worldy properties that defied all physics. It had also served as solar panels, fueling the monochrome with an unimaginable amount of power. Normal sun-light was not a viable source of energy for the Monochrome; But Black-Matter infused Sunlight had held a multitude of hidden energy and properties that served as a wonderful source of energy and power.
♋ White King ♋
The Demiurge was quite vexed by the run around black-matter fighter-jets but realised he had nothing to worry as the Black Queen embraced him. As her finger had trailed up his chest he'd noticed her wide grin and realised the obvious, she was their Queen. With her by his side, Black Matter was of no threat anymore; in fact, it was his ally now - the perfect fuel.
The black-matter soldiers' hiding locations could have easily been sensed, had they moved near the lunatic deity's vicinity within the monochrome, nevertheless Paur was surprised by how easily those threats were neutralized and used as their pawns instead. The unity of Monochrome and Black Matter was definitely not to be trifled with, the heat within the True Monochromatic World rivaled the surface of the Sun's - in danger and destructibility.
How they supported each other was truely outstanding, Black Matter kept Monochrome at its maximum whilst Monochrome supported Black Matter in more ways that I can bare to give an account in words of. Not that she couldn't close her wound herself, but seeing as she were occupied with toying around with their unfortunate victims that were nothing but toys to them, the White King went as far as effortlessly filling the hole in his Black Queen's chest almost instantaneously - taking not much more time than it took him to flick his tongue out with his characteristic way.
It was obvious, as long as Monochrome remained, no matter how hard they nuked the black matter they wouldn't be able to take the Black Queen down. Monochrome had been allowed passage within the black matter just as the latter had been let inside its divine world. Having absorbed some of it and stored to make sure he never loses her again it was extremely easily to heal her 'wound' by releasing the black-matter inside her in order to fill said hole - which she had probably not bothered closing seeing as it made no difference.
That sounded so sexually wrong yet not innacurate considering their snuggling had turned into spooning as neither of them seemed to reject each others' amorous advances. And without lifting a finger, the hail had turned into monochromatic constructs of irradiated black matter that rained death down upon the beings that were foolish enough to dare oppose the cuddling liplocked crazies within their own world - if they could even survive in it for long to begin with.
Primo's questions were left unanswered not because the seraphim did not care about enlightening her but because he was concerned on what was about to rain down on Earth. The Demiurge had seriously strayed away from the neutral part towards evil and that could not go unpunished.
The grand angel's holy aura could protect them from the otherwordly properties but the constructs were another thing. The nano were no good with such heat so the humans were finally worthless in said fight... for now. The Sandalphon connection was great enough to open a rift in the atmosphere, just like Zesde had, however it flooded the area around them with energy straight from the heavens instead; yet even that served as nothing more than more fuel for the monochrome.
In all seriousness, the monochrome had 3 endless supplies of fuel... until the Sun goes down, that is. It looked like all they could do was partially stall the expansion of the monochrome yet the angel of peace was too calm, despite his unagitated nature, the desperate circumstances did not seem to worry him. He obviously had a trump card, that much was clear as he focused the holy energy on his body while keeping all three of them safe within the barrier of endless holy energy.
Termo had finally regained his consciousness, within the bright light of holy aura that had enveloped them, yet the first thing he'd noticed was Primo's plasma-like eyes; instead of the source of said light, the grand angel. A blissful smile, so unlike Termo, formed upon his face as the corners of his mouth'd turned up.
He had yet to fully recover and the pain was excruciating but he gave no sign of such suffering in his full of joy facial expression. He wasn't that happy because he were safe, he was happier to see his partner was sound. Even in his state of grave need, as the Demiurge was about to finish him off, he had 'felt' Primo's suffering against the outsider and had actually done something he'd rarely ever resorted to...
...pray underneath his breath, for her to be saved, not himself. As if Valoel had heard him, which he probably did, he'd showed up and saved her in the nick of time. Humanity's counter attack was about to begin, and Termo could tell that much as he laid eyes upon the valiant seraphim. ("So angels do exhist.")
Termo was actually 'dead' as Primo had spoken and thus not managed to hear anything she had said and the silent spartan just awaited her next words as he struggled to get back up, only to fall back and hit his head on the layer of nano and MOC that were keeping them airborne. He was not one to rub the spots he hit so he just sucked it up and retried to get back up, only to fail once again.
---
"It looks like the larva has skipped metamorphosis and plans to spread its wings early, but can you fly with those pre-mature wings?"
A thin smile had appeared on the lips of Aleister Crowley as he spoke those words.
"Fly."
The irregular sound of Monochromatic rain enhanced with Black-matter had continued to crash down upon the earth. Primo had felt as if those noises were like the sounds of a giants foot-steps swiftly approaching.
(I'm too weak...)
She stood with her back to both Termo and their Guardian Angel.
(Is that how useless I am?)
She tightly clenched her fist while solidfying her resolve, Valoel.
(But he wouldn't give up, would he?)
With that thought she had glanced over her shoulder. Out of the corner of her onyx-colored eye she could see Termo struggling to stand.
That was her trigger.
A brilliant arc of electrons had sparked within her eye, and in the next instant her eyes had lit up like a nuclear reactor.
Termo had finally regained his consciousness, within the bright light of holy aura that had enveloped them, yet the first thing he'd noticed was Primo's plasma-like eyes; instead of the source of said light, the grand angel. A blissful smile, so unlike Termo, formed upon his face as the corners of his mouth'd turned up.
(You've done enough.)
His smile was the final trigger to her actions.
Something truly did change within Victoria's heart as she turned her gaze away from Termo.
"It's your turn to be protected by me... So make sure you get a good look at my back!"
Her passionate shouts had not been all bark and no bite.
Primo had took a step forward. Even as the hail of dangerous Monochrome and Black-matter threatened to break through the shields over their heads. Primo did not stop her advance. Primo did not turn around.
The Techno-princess had simply walked into the gates of Hell.
Primo Victoria had simply walked into monochromatic world.
Her entire body had been covered in billions of microscopic machines.
(Interesting...)
She had slowly rose her hand, clenching her fist opened and closed.
Her personal reality and the pillars supporting her heart had shifted.
She had let Termo into her heart.
Primo had then constructed a rifle in her hand. It was built up of trillions and trillions of nano-machines that interlocked with each other and conformed into the neccesary parts required to create the weapon.
These were very similar to the nano machines used by Termo.
Her Plasma-like eyes had seemed to emnate a glow that was around 5x brighter and more Volatile than normal.
Her vision had increased. The level of 'data' that she could see had increased.
(I can see her AIM dispersion field.)
Primo could clearly see all the data that was 'Kuro-ippan.'
(I can see his too.)
Primo could clearly see all the data that was 'Paur.'
Her ability was no longer limited to technology.
She was no longer the helpless level 3 that she was.
She had skipped metamorphosis, she did not become a level 4.
She was a butterfly, a level 5.
It did not matter how many times the nano around her body was absorbed or destroyed. The machines were replaced as quickly as they were removed.
Kuro had lightly trailed her index finger up Paur's neck, and then under his chin. However, before she could kiss him something had interupted her mood. And a frown had tore across her lips. "We have an un-invited guest." However, she did not care that someone entered the monochrome. They would die instantly. It was the fact that they were not dead that angered her.
Kuro had then winked at Paur while biting her lower lip, "Why don't we invite them and have a 3-some? Although I doubt they'll be able to survive the foreplay~☆"
Valoel's holy aura had enveloped the humans, empowering them with the strength of the heavens themselves, raising the mortals' "stats" and senses greatly. The MOC had provided support to the nano, their essense seeping through to them granting them immunity to the heat and holy properties in order to counter the Demiurge's "evil" monochrome.
But was it all that it required to get them to fight? No. You gotta help yourself, you need the resolve, Termo had it already but having knocked on death's door twice he could not recover... yet. However, it had seemed like his resolve had been passed on to someone else, to carry on his will, do what he couldn't, fight; Primo Victoria had turned Erza nakama-mode on.
And just liek that, the techno-princess - no - the techno-goddess had shot off into the sky to face the lunatic deity. Like the nano hero had done before, now they were in each others' shoes, all that Termo could do was look up at her as she ascended hoping for the best while struggling to get back up; failing, much to his displeasure, once again and yet another time but never did he give up trying.
Even with his bones fresh-broken still trying to be healed by Valoel's aura he stood down - NOT - he kept trying to get back up but it was futile, the body couldn't obey the mind because quite frankly it did not possess the strength to follow his will anymore no matter how hard he desired to continue fighting.
Was he in pain? You bet he were. Was he crying? He was not one to show his emotions but inside he was dying due to his inability and suffering. All of his previous comrades were flashing past by his mind, lost in his thoughts as he tried to get up. He wasn't doing it for himself, but for them, and to make sure he keeps his vow of not letting anybody else add on to their numbers.
If he let Primo die, he would die himself the next moment. Yet there he stood, incapable of taking any action, at all.
"T͟Heər is nō point in ˈhelpiNG yo͞o əp if yo͞o är jəst ˈgōiNG to͞o fôl bak doun, is T͟Heər?" Valoel's words had barely made any sense to Termo yet deep in his heart he knew, he was urging him to not give up and in fact he had done so despite of the rather discouraging speech - as it would have seemed to someone third. Why help someone up if they are going to fall back down when you let go? Let them get back up themselves so they can stay there.
And with nothing but a flap of his wings, Valoel had flown right after Primo, letting his holy energy envelop termo even closer since it only needed to protect one individual now. The nano warrior had been bukkaked by the heavens themselves. There might have been no air in the monochromatic world but his aura returned his surroundings to normal, at least the air that he needed and so did the humans for oxygen purposes and all.
Primo stood west of the duo of hell, Valoel stood on the east, they had them trapped in a possible pincer-like attack or did they have them trapped in their world instead? "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm~♥" the White King had moaned, kinda, as he nodded to his Black Queen. Like every king he was not one to deny their queen's desire yet he knew that it was not going to happen; but who said it has to be consensual.
"I say we r---" A frown had tore across the Demiurge's lips as well, someone had just ruined his own mood, too. Pulling his hands away from Kuro's plump rear he shrugged as he turned around to face the second eldest of the Sandalphon. "I knew you didn't like me, I could tell your distaste for my way of work but couldn't care less." The shrug was followed by his previous action, re-groping Kuro's buttocks just to further irritate the angel of peace with such... unchaste an action?
Valoel said nothing as he firmly grasped the spear on his right side and prepared for combat. He was going to bring this deity down even if he had to do it himself. With a sudden arch of his arm backwards then forwards he had sent the spear flying towards the Demiurge's back at ultra-high speeds. His blind spot, as it looked like, yet he was not concerned and continued snuggling Kuro.
Just how strong was he? Too strong, the spear had lost way too much speed and force just by the unimaginable pressure the monochromatic world applied to foreign constructs but was Valoel's plan really to impale the god? Definitely he knew of his power... but the lunatic deity could guess what he was planning, just as well as the seraphim knew of his power so did he... after all.
Primo Victoria had directed the avengeful gaze of her eyes towards both the Lunatic Diety, Paur and the Black-matter Goddess, Kuro-ippan.
Those orb-like eyes had seemed to spark an intrest in Kuro.
"Oh? You have a very interesting look in your eyes~☆" Spoke the esper of black while arching her back and holding back a lustful moan.
Kuro had dismissed Valoel completely. She broke from the Diety and turned to face Primo as Paur faced Valeol.
"You have a very slutty look in yours eyes." Curtly responded Primo while preparing her assault.
However, Jukei's body had suddenly tore through the sky along-side those two espers.
Both Kuro and Primo had turned to that side, speachless.
" . . . . . "
" . . . . . ~ ☆"
They dismissed him completely, and turned back to each other.
*Fffff~Whewwwww!!!!!*
A bizzare sound like water cutting through the sky had tore into the monochromatic atmosphere as a certain esper made her move.
Kuro could not believe what her eyes perceived.
"I-impossible...!"
The clear emotion of fear had swept over the #2's face.
The mere sight of fear upon the #2's face had been all it took to send a shiver down Primo Victoria's spine. She didn't need to use her ability to know what this feeling was.
Primo had whipped her body around a complete 180 degrees. In traditional combat, turning your back on your enemy was a mistake that could cost you your life. But, there was bigger problems at hand.
(T-that personal reality....!)
Suddenly a figure of white had closed nearly 200 meters of air-space between it and Victoria in less than a few seconds.
(Those ey-)
Her thoughts were then cut off as a pale-white hand reached out towards her chest.
For less than a fraction of a second she clearly saw a person.
Skin so pale-white it could easily be seen in the dark, hair so silver-white it rivaled snow, and eyes dyed so darkly in the color of crimson they were thicker than blood. There was no comprehensible expression on that face.
"H K B * l....." That monster tried to speak. But its words did not reach Victoria. However, that monsters hand had reached her chest.
"?!... Gckh....!"
An inexplicable force assaulted Primo's chest and in the next instant her body too off towards Kuro like a bullet. It had felt as if her entire body was hit by an 18-wheeler truck.
But, she did not fly into the #2.
*CRACK!*
The tight grip of the #1's pale hand had latched onto the ankle of Victoria's left leg.
"... A-aaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!... Kch...!" Her leg had been dislocated, even with the exo-skeleton of her nano. It was actually likely that her leg would have been ripped off it wasn't for the layer of machines protecting her body.
The pale-white monster had then pulled the object grasped within its right hand like a magician pulling a cloth from a table.
Primo had felt an unimaginable pain course throughout and her hip, and suddenly her vision was brough face to face with that monster of white.
The strongest level 5 esper, Shiro-yasha.
There was not a hint of reason in that monsters actions.
Primo had felt as if the angelic wings and halo were a bit of a paradox in contrast to the demon-like actions of that girl. However, even that measly thought had been a luxury.
Shiro's left hand had then grasped Primo's face. The intense grip of her right hand on Primo's ankle had already splintered the bone of her leg, and it was likely the vice-like grip of her left hand would crush Primo's head like a tomato.
Primo was in luck. Even in this situation, she had lucked out.
Both of Shiro's crimson eyes had looked up towards Kuro, Paur and Valoel. Shiro's reasoning and judgment had been non-existant. Her current thought process was like that of an insect. She could not solve complex problems, and her I.Q. was lower than Zedyx's and Redflames.
The monster of white had released Primo's ankle from her grasp, and slowly she raised the body of the Nano-goddess up while continueing to hold her head.
"H. . hdjdkuei . . keueikekeuiii!!!!!!!!!!!" She tried to speak to Primo, but Primo could not understand the language, and even if she could she felt like her head was about to be crushed.
All Primo could do was watch Shiro's movements out of the vision of her wide plasma-like eyes.
*booom!*
Like a cannon-shot Primo Victoria had turned into a projectile. Her entire body had flew through the air with more force than a railgun!
Kuro had been the target of that attack.
The air infront of Primo's body had turned red due to the wind friction. She had looked like a meteorite or spacecraft on re-entry.
The Black-matter Goddess had lightly swung her left arm forward, and as she did a sword formed within her grasp. That sword had then intercepted Primo Victoria as easily as a middle-class white man playing badminton.
*BOOOOM!*
Primo's body had been returned-to-sender.
Shiro had grabbed Primo as Kuro sent her back.
This was Primo's chance.
The Techno-Goddess put her right hand onto Shiro's choker-styled electrode.
This was check-mate, she would deactivate the device that allowed the #1 to use her ability.
But....
(The battery is gone? She's not using her ability?)
Confusion swept over Primo's mind, but... >>>>>>>>>>
Whose eyes had his queen just found interest in? That thought had momentarily disconcerted the king before he realised it was that one female. What man doesn't want a trio with lesbians? Probably a faggot like Ohm. In the Demiurge's case that thought excited him as he flicked his tongue out, full of his usual lunacy.
Valoel's spear was but a couple of meters away and then *BAAAAAAM* it collided on a nigh-invisible wall of enhanced monochrome and much to the seraphim's surprise and 'miscalculation' had not been able to break through. His weapon, imbued with tons of holy energy, had failed to *penetrate* the lunatic deity's solidifed enhanced monochrome and was even dealt with without a freaging dent in it?
Certainly the monochrome had been fueled to its USUAL maximum power and even further beyond but even so the grand angel had expected his spear would have broken through it because his monochrome had been used for selfish-evil purposes recently; yet there it was dealing with his Tenjo as usual. Had Valoel really 'miscalculated' that badly?
No. The reason was obvious. Black-matter irradiated by enhanced monochrome. Probably the hardest thing in existance right now, best thing about it is it's not supposed to even exist to begin with; so divine and otherworldy it was just too much out of any normal realm, such a combination was EVEN beyond godly. Having been allowed to absorb black-matter had made Monochrome too damn powerful but at the same time so had black-matter having been irradiated by the former in a non-harmful way; supportively.
Kuro herself had been irradiated by monochrome. The Demiurge himself was partially black-matter.
The angel of peace let out a sigh, slightly daunted by that show of defensive strength yet was definitely not anywhere near down as he mentally commanded his spear to return to him. However, both his own and the lunatic deity's attention was quickly caught by the arrival of a female 'angel', who started fucking up Primo before anybody knew what had hit her.
Despite her halo and angel-like wings that creature was certainly NOT holy and Valoel could not stand idle and watch her have her way after having dislocated Primo's ankle in such a zesde way. Maybe his diabolical leukocytes had fucked her sanity up even more after having assisted her healing following the fight with that arch demon, who got Zestied, PPV etc. Fuck knows, she was probably like that to begin with and her altercation with Zedyx made her lose even more brain cells; or it was like that because her collar had no battery anymore. /Shrug./
Unfortunately for Primo... as Valoel had dashed forward with supersonic speed, even that fast was easily trackable by the Demiurge inside his own world, as he passed by him he found himself getting facepalmed by the latter's right hand. "Where do you think you are going with your oral rape?~ ☆" Kuro had definitely 'affected' him as well, not just her black matter his monochrome.
The speed at which Valoel was running, given such unexpected 'interrupt' by the lunatic deity, ended up with the former having a divine middle finger in their mouth that poured a thick, white fluid inside the angel's mouth. A feeling of profound revulsion overtook the seraphim as he spitted out in repugnance. Such a gesture of contempt and anger was unlike the angel of peace but having just been forced to taste a mix of human and fuck knows (not even the Demiurge himself does) what else's semen caused Valoel to expectorate like an amateur teenager.
Meanwhile, Termo was STILL struggling to get up, he could sense and in away feel Primo's pain. Memories of his comrades' deaths begun haunting him and it was then that Primo's ankle got dislocated; said dislocation had been HIS trigger. Termo HAD to get up even if he could not stand he could STILL fly; by straining his mind that could obey him UNLIKE his body.
And that is exactly what the nano-hero did. He'd flown upwards like lightning, such speed was harmful for his 'broken' HUMAN body but nothing his nano couldn't deal with. He had planned to intercept the badminton ball (Primo) but alas he had been too slow... almost... (The battery is gone? She's not using her ability?) Their thoughts were connected, kinda, they knew what the other though, when 'stated' openly like that, that is.
What ablity could do stuff like that and relied on a battery? The strongest level 5 esper's, vector manipulation, that's what. The one who had destroyed armies as a kid (if I'm not mistaken) someone Termo could not NOT had heard about. Code named "Accelerator" that esper was feared by the millitary because nothing they used work on her and even Termo did fear her. Nevertheless...
At the thought of losing another comrade he had fearlessly faced what should have been his greatest fear, as they had all been warned to never engage in combat with said esper; Shiro-yasha. Termo's fractured body roared like thunder in the monochromatic world as he covered the remaining instance in a flash, that was definitely INHUMAN but something else inhuman (the other meaning ;c) was about to occur the next moment.
Shiro had placed one hand around ...mo's neck and her other onto ...mo's shoulder. Her actions had happened so fast that her non-existent-ish comprehensibility probably did not give her the capability to understand that she had just taken a hold of someone else. Yes, Termo had come from below with such speed Primo should have been forced at least a bit away - just enough for himself to take her spot, only millimeters away from Termo.
The intense grip of Shiro's hand'd had shattered the bones in TERmo's shoulder. And in the next instant a color-show of crimson'd had MOMENTARILY dyed the skies as the bones, tendons, muscles, fat and veins of Geoffrey's LEFT arm would have been pulled apart and snapped like noodles; only to be monochromed in an instance, to the point of disintegration.
("I bee lee veen u.") [[Veen = Peat in Dutch, random.]] That one sentece was meant as both a goodbye "I'll be leaving you." as well as deuces "I believe in you." The rest was up to the nano-goddess. The trillions of them that remained would be hers to command - alongside her own.
The nano-fool had done that one last stupidest thing he could have ever done. At long last, he had managed to force himself beyond the nano's will. He had finally managed to put his life before someone else's; sacrificing his very own entity. Third time was going to be the charm for Geoffrey Termo, third time he lost his left arm, third time he would knock on death's door. He knew that very well, his death was inevitable, yet he welcomed it; after having forced his body at such speeds, at the cost of the rest of his stats, followed by being casted towards the ground like a 'pissy' falling star.
Finally, a falling star could grant him his ideal soldier wish; to die on the battlefield - and what better star than himself to be the one which grants it?
ueki had looked confused yet still sexually aroused, Shiro was one kinky bitch. Unphased by what she had just done to Primo and Termo (Zesde does worse, honestly) he had tried to slap her butt with his right hand; hoping his devilish skin (being from hell might not be redirected?) could be able to touch her OR he was so fucking oblivious and horny he couldn't think with his head - not the one that wasn't a dickhead, literally.
He hadn't dropped his sword after having removed it from the dragon's belly and getting sent to the stratosphere, surprisingly, he was smart enough to hold on to it with his left hand - but that added even more heat for the monochrome to feast on yet helped in keeping him safe along with the immeasurable amount of hellish energy he had been bukkaked with by his beloved daddy; Zesty-dono.
As for Paur Huangdi? He was on his way to assist Shiro, earlier, against the glass-ant but stopped midway after seeing her enter retard-op-angelic mode and curbstomping the 'poor' machinery. His presence ignored by Shiro or not even noticed, luckily, hidden in a way he was not seen as a threat as a 'harmless' black-mamba; compared to the true monochromatic world of black matter, he wasn't shit, after all - nothing but an abnormal flying snake.
He had found something to eat though, yet did not plan on digesting it as he landed on the ground, shortly after Shiro had shot off into the stratosphere; Paur Huangdi himself had followed in suit not too long after having 'grabbed a bite'. Just what was this snakey - underrated - fucker planning?
"You platued at level 3, but with the right circumstances you became a level 5. But, your pre-mature wings have flown you too close to the sun, and like a moth to a flame.... However it will be interesting...."
A thin smile tore across Aleister's face as he turned his vision to the left. There had been information displayed upon a holographic screen, and what he had saw had caused his smile to widen ever-so-slightly.
The true purpose of Academy City and the level 5's had been to turn Aleister Crowley into a physical omni-present God against whom any thought of resistance would result in unmitigated massacre.
He would go above and beyond the territory and base-specs of God.
"Soon~"
<<<<<<<<<< A heavy weight had taken ahold of Primo's heart as she watched Termo take her place inside the grasp of the strongest level 5 esper, Accelerator. A monster that could fillet the skin from a persons body by touching them, reverse the flow of their blood, or even detonate the bio-electricity in their brains.
Fighting her was not a fight. It was a One-way Road. All Shiro had to do was touch her opponent and she would win. She did not need to think about defense, she could simply take the fastest route to her opponent and win.
"S-stop..." Helplessly Primo had held her hand up towards Termos back. She was tired of seeing him get hurt. She was tired of seeing him float between the realm of alive and dead.
"STOP IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
Her voice had then caught in her throat as his arm was torn from his body like a child ripping a stuffed animal.
Her hand trembled.
"Stop it...."
The glow of her eyes intensified....
"STOPPPPPPP ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Suddenly Primo had hunched over while crossing her arms over her chest, "I SAID STOP IT!!!!!!!!!!"
Numerous metallic constructs had tore from her back like blades. They had looked like the legs of an insect trying to crawl out of her back!
Termos body had then fell like a star, and at the same time a tear had dripped from Primo's cheek.
Slowly a mechanical ring of nano had formed above Primo's head. It had looked like a mechanical Halo.
The six-leg-like appendages protruding from her back had then spread out like skeletal wings.
She was a mechanical angel, the engineer.
Primo Victoria, The one who wields the power to build the territory of God. (神の天国を構築するための電力を振るう人)
But would that be enough to stop The One Who Wields The Power of God?
Primo had fanned her wings out, and in the next a jet-stream of black fire had burnt into the world as she flew towards Shiro with killer intent.
How long could Primo hold onto such unrealistic ideals? The current state of her body had not been enough to contain her new found ability, and even now the inside of her body was being ravaged by stress. Her internal organs busted, her veins clotted, popped or tore, the muscles and ligaments of her arms and legs were shredded, but she did not stop. Even as her new-found ability to control and create Nano repaired and replaced her destroyed flesh, she moved on. Even as the stress of her own ability and the Monochrome world ate at her heart, she moved on. Because that pain was nothing compared to the thought of losing Termo.
A holy energy had emnated from Shiro's body like a protective barrier. That barrier had defended her from Jukei's hand. He could not touch her, the holy-light would have burnt his hand to a crisp the instant he touched her. Although he would have instinctively retracted his hand before doing so, because he could obviously sense that holy energy. But Shiro was not an Angel, so what was that holy energy?
Angels and Seraphins like Veleol had fallen under the Aoen of Osiris, that was the archetype that their ability was based in. The more believers a religeon had, the stronger their Angels and Gods. This was especially true for Christianity. However, there was another archetype that could rival even that.
Science.
The amount of believers in Science had far out-weighed the believers of Religeon. This was mostly due to Academy City, showing the world the true power of technology and debunking the myths of old.
The Angels of Science had stood in an interlocked 1 v 1 v 1.
Kuro had spread out her six malevolent black wings that were dotted with numerous eyes.
Primo had fanned out her six mechanical wings that looked more like tendrills than wings.
Shiro had spread out her two angelic wings that seemed out of place.
The Black-Angel had hesitated as the blank stare of crimson eye's were directly her way. She had felt as if a cold-dagger had pierced through her chest.
Her hesitation had costed her the upper-hand.
The Scientific Angel of Pure-white madness had swung her arm out towards Kuro like a claw. However she had not intended to hit the Black-matter Goddess with her hand, she had taken control of the surronding atmosphere!
A condensed ball of Black-matter and Monochrome had converged upon Shiro's hand, and she threw that mass of black and white at Kuro like a fast ball.
Shiro had played true to her name, she had wielded the power of God, she had wielded the Monochrome.
But, that would not threaten Kuro.
The ball of Monochrome and Black-matter did nothing to her, it had simply turned into a powdery substance as it collided with her body. She had touched the territory of God, and became one with that world.
Even on this stage, Primo Victoria had earned her right to play center.
A thin-screen of nano-machines had spread out from Primo's body, and as they did the machines had re-written the data of the very universe, and she had begun to construct an artifical heaven within the Monochrome world.
She had gained the parameters required to build the territory of God.
The monsters of science had simply been showing each other a sample of their abilities, and soon, they would truly and seriously clash.
"What do you think you are doing, Geff?" A familiar voice had echoed throughout the 'dead' Termo's head, followed by another. "Giving up like this?" More and more familiar voices echoed throughout the nano-hero's head, one after another. "What about our sacrifices?" They stopped for a moment, to let him think, before continuing. "Did you really think YOU dying is what WE died for?" The figures in army-camo had shook their heads before Termo.
Geoffrey had crossed over to the next dimension, he was truely 'dead' this time!?! "We gave our lives up for you, knowing you would have done the same, Golgi! We died because your life was more important than ours, fool! None of us could handle the nano, they rejected our bodies but you were different, you handled them while dehydrated, stop shaming yourself and get out of here; get back on the battlefield right this minute soldier!" But Termo was dead, how could he even if he wanted?
A voice of a partner for whom he had cried and raged about when he lost them was heard from behind him. "Geo-kun. You promised you wouldn't let another one die, didn't you?" The feminine voice had spoken, centimeters behind him. "If you die, you can't protect her, you know that right?" Geoffrey Termo was speechless. He had done failed them all, hadn't he? "..."
No matter how much he wanted to turn around and hug his previous partner he could waste NO time as the MOC-nano who had been shocking themselves to multiply and sacrifice the multiplied, in order to assist Primo's healing etc, took matters onto their own hands(?)... "Partners are supposed to work together, you tried doing things alone, that's what got you here." The final voice had been his late-commander advice, a reminder of how they were supposed to work, yet an order more than a friendly advice.
As for Jueki he had noticed Shiro's hax energy and withrew his hand and noticing those crazy angels were about to get cray up there he dispsersed the diyu below his feet and begun falling back down so as to check on his sister and the potential rape-victim he had yet to rape. He was failing so hard in getting some that the thought of Zesde getting dissapointed and fucking him in the butt was starting to haunt him at that moment.
Valoel's holy energy had continued to support Primo even as she entered her ungodly-related angel-like form. Her intentions weren't evil so stopping the support would have been so... hypocritical? As for the monochrome, as Valoel punched the Demiurge on the chest he did little to no damage at all. The Demiurge hadn't been using his monochrome to harm them negatively, they had been protecting themselves from nothing but the black-matter's effects to be specific.
The reason God's fist hadn't rekt the demiurge's body apart and going as far as to destroy his core even had been just that. There had been no ill intentions behind his actions to begin with, he might had gone a bit overboard but that he had already made up for, he had never intended to sin. He knew how the Sandalphon's power worked very well and knew what he needed to do to counter them.
"..." Without a word, Valoel had dissapeared, assumingly returning to the heavens. The way he looked at the Demiurge however, was as if 'I'll keep an eye on you!' not being agitated by forcefully taking semen inside his mouth. That was how unagitated the angel of peace was.
"!?!" Had the strongest esper just manipulated his monochrome and black matter together or what? Maybe it was because Paur had his focus on Valoel, that had to have been it, there could be no way someone else, other than the Demiurge himself, could have been able to control his divine otherworldly power without his concern... right?
A sinister grin had tore across the lunatic deity's lips. Just what were in his mind, what was he planning. He wasn't even serious, yet, but knew how to fuck every single one inside his world... or at least so he thought he could do. He was just that confident, he deemed himself beyond the one true god, after all. What happened to Kuro did not bother him, too much, he had the power to revive her, if needed; although he doubted the latter would be required.
"?!?" Those nano-humans were truely amazing, deserving of his respect and that was why he had kept them alive up to this point to begin with. The Demiurge wasn't one to kill for no reason, especially those that amused him that much. That was why his knowledge was so great, he had seen a lot of epic stuff but even these humans never failed to amaze him one bit. Being able to create her own world over his, AGAINST his will, was truely stunning; but remembering the nano's anti-hax related combustion he thought that they must have been in play... but were they really, or had Primo's 'evolution' ascended them all to a whole new level?
The Demiurge did not know for sure so he stood there, a safe distance away from the 3 angels of science as he prepared to watch their cat-fight - oh - so eagerly looking forward to their show of power and ability. All the while, harmless lunatic laugher would echoe throughout the monochromatic world, adding lunacy and despair to the weak-willed adversaries - not knowing when it would become lethal or not - but were they even aware of such power to begin with?
Primo Victoria had ascended the power-scale dramatically. She had gone from a level 3 to a fully awakaned level 5 esper in ground breaking time. However, this was not as unusual as a person might think. Her personal reality; A.K.A. the source of her powers; had been heavily influence by a certain someone, and seeing him fall had send her very soul over the edge.
"I'll make you pay...."
She grit her teeth and as she did a gold substance had formed within her palm.
Even now her power had been ascending.
That gold ball had been made up of trillions of nano-machines. They had been fundamentally different from the ones making up her wings and coating her body. These were a v2 of those nano.
Even now her ability had been evolving.
Those golden machines had not operated on electricity like its predecessor. They had been fueled by raw magic energy; Thelesma. Similar to how all esper abilities are molded forms of of raw Psychokinesis or Psychic energy, Magic, Aura and otherwise all other supernatural abilities fall under the category of Thelesma. Raw Magic Energy.
That had been the same energy that Shiro's halo and wings were made up of.
But that gold ball would not intimidate the other espers.
"Don't direct those lust-filled eyes towards Shiro; The #1 is my prey~☆" Kuro had advanced on Primo and in the next instant a pair of black wings had sliced through the air like the blades of a guilotine!
*BANG!*
The pair of Black-matter wings had slammed against a.... golden pole?
In Primos hand had been a long lance that she held horizontally to block her body. Both of Kuro's blade-like wings had come to a stop against that pole. It looked like she blocked the stab of a sword with a pole.
"You don't get it do you? I can see everything. I can see your AIM-dispersion field; and I can read your next move before you even make it!"
All six of Primo's wings had closed down on Kuro like a venus fly-trap.
"Don't get cocky!"
Kuro had then retracked her wings, fanning them back to push away Primo's.
But those two had made a mistake. They had ignored the real threat.
Shiro's crimson eye's had narrowed forward and she made up her mind. She needed to deal with the danger at hand to best ensure her survival. That was what the basic human instinct control her actions told her to do.
The demon-like angel of white cut clear across the sky, advancing upon the other two.
An odd noise had rang out as Shiro slashed both of her hands towards Primo and Kuro.
She did not touch them, but....
"A-ah.... W-what... is this?"
The Black-matter Goddess had been frozen in place.
"I c-can't m-move...?"
The Mechanical Goddess had grinded to a hault.
"H I . . kdk ju iwo u u ...... Ku..... jwek k ?"
The pale-white monster had attempted to communicate, but to no avail.
Both of Shiro's hands had been several centimeters away from both Kuro's and Primo's foreheads. Her hands had closed, and slowly she trapped something within her grasp.
An espers ability was brough into the real world by their AIM dispersion field. This had been a small field surronding all espers that emmited a small pulse of power similar to their own. A pyromaster would slightly heat up the enviroment and an electromaster would emit electromagnetic waves.
Shiro had taken control of their AIM dispersion fields. Both of her hands of pestilence and death and grasped at the invisible field surronding both espers. Direction. Shiro could control the direction of any thing in existence. What would happen if she 'moved' the AIM dispersion field of an esper?
"K-uei... KEUEIKEKEKEKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
A demented look flushed over her expression and she foribly tore their AIM dispersion fields from their bodies.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Both girls had let out a blood-curdling scream as an unimaginable pain assaulted their entire body. It was like having all of the veins in their body torn out.
All of the Black-matter had instantaneously disapeared. Every bit of it had left existance! Her body had peeled away around a certain part of her head, and soon all that remained was a small murky part of brain that fell through the sky like a rain-drop.
The same thing had happaned to Primo. All of her nano-machines had left this plane of reality, and her unconscious body fell from the sky like a bag of bricks.
The other two angels had been reduced to a piece of brain and a falling teenager.
The pale-white angel had then turned her attention to Paur.
" Kekeke..a.a. KEUEIEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Shouted the monster while attempting to communicate with him.
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